?!?!?!?!??!?!?!?! That was the response I had to SLUMBER PARTY MASSACRE II. I just couldn't believe at times what I was seeing on the screen, and that’s saying something. This is perhaps one of the more surreal, odd films I have seen in recent memory. I do not mean to imply that this film is an example of stylish, existential filmmaking in the French or Italian vein. No, I’m saying this film is f’ed up. Someone dropped some tabs, smoked a fat doobie, hung out at a Church Scientology, and the result is SLUMBER PARTY MASSACRE II. Luckily it is entertaining and weird enough to hold one's interest, albeit by a thread, throughout its 75 minutes.
First the “plot,” and I use that term advisably: teenage Courtney, played by Crystal Bernard of WINGS fame (another fun reason to watch the movie), is having verrrrry scarrrry dreams. In many of these dreams, she encounters the figure of a crazy, Elvis-type rock n' roller. Now, if it was the older, fat Elvis in one of his glittery body suits, that would definitely scare me too. But who this rocker is, nobody knows (not that we'll really find out, either).
Anyhow, Courtney is tormented because her older sister was killed the first SLUMBER PARTY MASSACRE. This is all the connection the filmmaker needed to make a sequel. It’s not a stretch to say you don’t have to see the first movie in order to see this puppy.
In order to forget these scary dreams, Courtney passes her time by playing in a band with friends...although "playing" is a generous word to use for the shoddy lip-syncing these girls do to wannabe Go-Go's songs (hey, the movie did come out in the 80s). She also develops a relationship with a clean-cut guy from her high school. When she is invited to go to one of the girls' weekend homes for a slumber party, it seems all is going well for Courtney. Unfortunately, her dreams don't go away, instead they get more and more realistic and even manifest themselves in hallucinations in real-life.
Once the girls reach the weekend home, and have the obligatory dance-around-in-skimpy-clothing scene, a couple of the boyfriends arrive. The next forty minutes or so involve more hallucinations in which we see everything from a face-consuming zit to a bathtub filled with blood. Of course, we are led to believe that they are real only to find that they are dreams. Oh those tricky filmmakers! The cops are even duped into checking one of these dreams out...setting up the perfect girls-who-cry-wolf scenario for the impending real violence.
The violence does finally happen (although after far too long) when the Elivs guy comes to life and begins to wreak havoc with his guitar/drill. Oh yes, didn't I tell you? He kills with a drill on the end of his guitar. Often, as he does so, he sings really bad blues-rock songs making this film a big music video of blood.
Let’s take a second to re-cap what I just said. The killer murders girls with his crazy guitar WHILE singing songs. Pop quiz: if you were to come up with a horror movie killer, how many drugs would you have had to do in order to come up this version of a Driller Killer? There were times that my friend and I would turn to each other while watching and say, "What the...?!"
But does a film really have to make sense to be fun? No, it doesn't, and for the most part I enjoyed myself watching this low-budget mess (which, like the first, was directed by a woman). Still, at times I found myself yearning for the brilliant simplicity of the first film. In that movie, there is a slumber party, there is a killer, and there is a massacre. End-of-story.
In this movie, they try to be more complex and the results just don't really work. Supposedly this Elvis guy is supposed to be the reincarnation of the first killer, but I got that from the video box, the movie itself explains nothing. Overall, SLUMBER PARTY MASSACRE PART II is weird enough and bloody enough for a fun rental, but if you have a choice, go for the first one.
RATING: ** and a half (out of a possible 4)