B-movie legend Jim Wynorski's name only sequel to the fairly dire "Sorority House Massacre" has almost everything you want from a straight-to-video slasher flick. It's missing only the creative and violent "kills" these movies sometimes have.
Wynorski is the guy who is quoted as saying that "breasts are the cheapest special effect in our business", and from that quote you can divine two things: he is a guy who doesn't take his work very seriously, and he is someone who knows his audience and what they want to see. As a result his movies are goofy, harmless fun.
You already know what this one is "about" - all slashers are pretty much about the same thing - but I'll tell you anyway. A group of college girls (none of whom are the slightest bit believable as students) move into a house they want to fix up. Bizarrely - and unnecessarily - this house was the scene of a multiple murder, but when the girls realise this, they aren't deterred. They waste little time stripping off for a series of shower scenes, and then spend the rest of the movie in only their underwear.
See, I told you Wynorski knows what you want to see.
Anyway, the girls hold a seance with a ouija board and are immediately successful in contacting the ghost of the killer who once lived in their knew home. After this supernatural force throws the planchette (the heart-shaped piece of wood you use in a seance) into the fire, the girls don't seem anywhere near as freaked out as you would expect. They have, after all, apparently just witnessed proof of the existence of a violent poltergeist. They run off to bed and the killings begin.
I'm not sure if Wynorski ever filmed much in the way of creative gore. He seems to have made his living for the last couple of decades as a soft-core filmmaker, and it's not surprising. Coming up with excuses to get generic pin up girls out of their clothes and into their underwear is basically his forte.
The movie has a completely unnecessary sub-plot (more of a sub-sub-plot) about a detective trying to find out what happened to the house's previous occupants... or something. These scenes seemed completely pointless (and are kept to such a minimum you forget about them) until - ta da! The detective takes his partner to a strip club. I'm pretty sure all cop movies from the '80s featured stirp club scenes as a way to shoe-horn in some nudity. Wynorski was a keen student.
Wynorski is the guy who is quoted as saying that "breasts are the cheapest special effect in our business", and from that quote you can divine two things: he is a guy who doesn't take his work very seriously, and he is someone who knows his audience and what they want to see. As a result his movies are goofy, harmless fun.
You already know what this one is "about" - all slashers are pretty much about the same thing - but I'll tell you anyway. A group of college girls (none of whom are the slightest bit believable as students) move into a house they want to fix up. Bizarrely - and unnecessarily - this house was the scene of a multiple murder, but when the girls realise this, they aren't deterred. They waste little time stripping off for a series of shower scenes, and then spend the rest of the movie in only their underwear.
See, I told you Wynorski knows what you want to see.
Anyway, the girls hold a seance with a ouija board and are immediately successful in contacting the ghost of the killer who once lived in their knew home. After this supernatural force throws the planchette (the heart-shaped piece of wood you use in a seance) into the fire, the girls don't seem anywhere near as freaked out as you would expect. They have, after all, apparently just witnessed proof of the existence of a violent poltergeist. They run off to bed and the killings begin.
I'm not sure if Wynorski ever filmed much in the way of creative gore. He seems to have made his living for the last couple of decades as a soft-core filmmaker, and it's not surprising. Coming up with excuses to get generic pin up girls out of their clothes and into their underwear is basically his forte.
The movie has a completely unnecessary sub-plot (more of a sub-sub-plot) about a detective trying to find out what happened to the house's previous occupants... or something. These scenes seemed completely pointless (and are kept to such a minimum you forget about them) until - ta da! The detective takes his partner to a strip club. I'm pretty sure all cop movies from the '80s featured stirp club scenes as a way to shoe-horn in some nudity. Wynorski was a keen student.