Slumber Party Massacre 2 (1987, Deborah Brock)

By the second "Slumber Party Massacre" entry the MTV craze was in full swing so an ultra "hip" sequel was eventually slapped together under the watchful eye of B-movie no-talent extraordinaire, Roger Corman. To coincide with the peaking popularity of heavy metal, a few slasher films of the 80s gave way to horribly contrived music-horror 'fusions', such as "Trick or Treat", "Rock n' Roll Nightmare" and "Rocktober Blood". Of course, all of these come across as incredibly dated and uncompromisingly cringe-inducing at this point. And "Slumber Party Massacre 2" is no exception.

It's set up as a continuation of the first (though it doesn't TOTALLY pan out that way...) with the bratty little sister from before (different actress) whose big sis is locked away in a mental institution after doing away with the 'driller killer'. Now, she's having some nightmares about it, but still managing to jam with her all-girl garage band. The gals decide to hit the road and spend a weekend at one of their family townhouses to practice. And drink and have topless pillow fights! And some boys are coming over! No parents! Slumber party! Except the nightmare-prone buzzkill keeps getting in the way with her bloody hallucinations of a psycho rocker with Squiggy hair and an electric guitar/power drill combo weapon. Eventually, he enters the picture and the body count begins...

... And it takes a LONG time. The movie is so full of pointless, redundant lead-up that we're left with barely the final 10 minutes of actual 'driller killer' material. Not that I even care, cuz that shit was nothing so GREAT that I needed it to last from beginning-to-end. But still, slasher etiquette dictates that you toss in at least a FEW kill scenes along the way! This one just has 'em all getting bumped off in a matter of minutes once the "climax" hits. The rest is just your 'troubled girl whose happy-go-lucky friends are concerned about' bullshit.

I gotta say, though, the killing tool in this flick was pretty badass. Definitely the 'flashiest' murder implement I've seen in a slasher film. The killer, himself, was entertainingly over-the-top as well as being even more unexplored than the guy from the first movie. They DO hint at it all being just a dream - or a dream within a dream - at the very end so... fuck it. I'll just take it for what it is... A total "Nightmare on Elm Street" cash-in.

Much like "Silent Night, Deadly Night Part 2", this is one of the most laughably shitty slasher sequels out there. It's the perfect movie to watch with some friends and an ample supply of alcohol while you roust the ever-loving shit out of it.