Directed by Chris W. Freeman, Justin Jones
Written by Chris W. Freeman
Starring Marissa Skell, Eve Mauro, Ed O'Ross, Kevin Sorbo, Rebecca Grant, Yvette Yates
103 mins - Horror - Release date: 11 February 2014 (DVD)
Scantily clad women pretending to be 10 years younger, sketchy acting, L.A. setting, Ron Jeremy, yeah, we’d understand if you thought you were watching a low-budgetmovie written and directed by someone in the porn industry.
On the whole, Sorority Party Massacre is fairly self-aware of its B-movie badness, which I like, but I’ve seen other movies do this better.
Let’s get this thing out of the way, because it really is like a short film within a bigger picture. The opening segment with Holly, who ends up being the film’s MacGuffin, borrows heavily, and I mean heavy like a ton of lead, from Scream. Girl alone, no one around for miles to hear her scream, phone call from a creepy guy on the other end asking a specific question… sound familiar?
The basic premise of Sorority Party Massacre involves a group of sorority girls going to a rich woman’s home in Grizzly Cove to compete for a monetary prize for their respective sororities. When Holly doesn’t arrive, her police captain dad (Kevin Sorbo) dispatches his recently suspended detective, Billy (Thomas Downey), to investigate. What he stumbles upon is a plot for terror and murder.
What ensues is a kitschy and sometimes fun ride of bad acting (note Billy’s eye movements and Veronica’s “hmph” line delivery) and not-too-gruesome horror. It ends up being a tale of multiple plots to rid the world of “stupid sorority bitches.” Despite the movie’s innocent Scooby-Doo-like mystery machine, there’s an underlying misogynistic hate for cliquey sororities and probably fraternities too.
The story’s foundation is there, but where Sorority Party Massacre really fails is in its neglect to provide any real clues to potential killers. When the reveals are made, it’s not a surprise, but more of a disappointment that nobody has been a suspect. The only real attempt at misleading the audience was the red herring, the disabled handyman, Aggo (Keith Compton), who turns out to be not so disabled.
Sorority Party Massacre isn’t the worst movie out there, but don’t waste your time trying to find it. If you do, or if you can’t resist a bad movie (because they’re so awesome), the best parts here are obviously the Scream-inspired opening scene and the hyper-sexualized montage of all the girls arriving at Grizzly Cove. Overall, there’s not enough gore, not enough boobs, and not enough fooling the audience.