An unconnected sequel and a film made to order by cult director Jim Wynorski: in other words, boobs and blood are the order of the day here, one giving way to the other. It's actually not the worst I've seen, despite the simplicity of having near-naked sorority guys being pursued around a house by a killer. It moves fast, is short, and offers a lot of blood in the second half, and some of the tongue-in-cheek performances aren't so bad. Just don't go in expecting anything else.
Review of Sorority House Massacre II
