You know what this means?
IT'S TIME TO BRING OUT THE NOISE!
PARTY HARD!!!
AND BRING OUT THE CAKE!
With their rafts missing and no other way out, a group of rafters find themselves hunted down by something (and I emphasize something) prowling in a ghost town after one of them gets murdered while camping in for the night.
I wish I could say more about this film but, yeah, that's everything Scream (1981) is and it's not hard to imagine why this title is so forgettable and unlikable. Bad acting, uninteresting characters, uninspired and dim cinematography, and a total lack of scares and blood are the usual culprits you see in a dull horror movie and this film managed to hit every dull branch! I honestly saw nothing to make up for these flaws, not even the little nudity that's probably added to spice it up and, yet, an R-Rating? For what?! An implied beheading?
This has to be one of the worst slashers I've seen in my life, let's just keep it at that! I suggest taking this short review's word for it and avoid this film if you value your money, your life and, especially, your sanity.
The second short is by Dario Argento, a bloodier take on Poe's The Black Cat; Harvey Keitel takes the role of a photographer who works on murders scenes, compiling them into a book. His publishers, while finding the collection quite good, do find the brutality of the deaths he captures quite concerning and would've like him to tone down on the grue. This coincides with his case against his girlfriend's new cat, who doesn't appear to like him very much, adding up to his pressure. Things finally escalates to an awry development when he murders the cat out of a sick need for art, and too offing his girlfriend after she tried to stop him from killing another animal.
It is in this short where the most bodycount comes in, enticing animal violence and Argento's keen eye on exploited violence, going perfectly with Savini's gore effects. Perhaps more psychological than methodic, The Black Cat is an interesting look into the effects of real life violence to one's personal life, as our anti-hero lives a life of morbid fascination and bomb wick temper that ends up in a brutal killing spree, thankfully played well with Keitel's intimidating performance as a maddened photographer with a lot going in his mind.
With zero relation from the first Sorority House Massacre (1986), this early 90s follow-up has a group of five bimbos staying in a dilapidated house that they planned on fixing up and make into their new sorority house. Unknown to the most of them, a massacre took place in that very house years ago, shown through flashbacks consisting of stock footages from Slumber Party Massacre (1982). With nothing to do, the girls spend their evening showering, walking around in nighties and playing with an Ouija board that they found in the basement.
I admit there's a certain B-grade cheesy charm to this movie, something that helps viewers who're willing to turn off their logic in favor of ridiculous plotting and seemingly immortal overweight neighbors feel more welcomed by this garbage. To be frank, the single star from my rating was from the fact that this movie did induce some chuckles out of me, while the other half a star was for its sleazy nudity, smooth shower scenes and the fact that this is the perfect example of those slasher films that seem to broil up the clichéd sex=death formula as our girls spend the rest of their evening running around in a dark and stormy night wearing nothing but loose, skimpy nighties.
Aside from that? Nothing worht my time. I honestly remember browsing through my media collection thinking of the next title I'll be watching after this since it's all a waste of time; the horror is absent, the kills are quite tame and cheap, and the reveal in the end is anything but shocking. I'm sure the only ones who will enjoy this movie are gonna be those pre-teen boys who care little about production values, workable stories and character development, and instead wanted to see some boobs and blood. Not sure if they'll find hard-to-kill neighbors funny, though, but I wouldn't worry much about that.![]() |
| ...I knew it. |
I could have been sold with the high bodycount, but the big problem for The Summer of Massacre is that it failed to offer anything else but that. Not only was the acting in this film unbearably wooden (seeing most of these characters doesn't stay alive too long onscreen) and, since the entire film's focus is the killings, these shorts really have no true story to tell. (well, save Lump. That one tried) Worse comes to worse when you realize that the film is uber cheap, with the set and murders apparently generated through CG, done in a way that the film's partly animation and none of the gore effects are that convincing. I might just contemplate that these flaws bring out the "bad movie" charm from the film but, sadly, it doesn't.![]() |
| How on Earth did three serial killers smuggled a nuclear bomb anyway? |