SORORITY BABES IN THE DANCE-A-THON OF DEATH (1991) ½ *

Sorority Babes in the Dance-A-Thon of Death is supposed to be a sequel to David DeCoteau’s immortal Sorority Babes in the Slimeball Bowl-O-Rama.  DeCoteau even produced this mostly unwatchable shot on video mess.  It’s actually closer plot-wise to Nightmare Sisters, but either of those films would be preferable to this interminable bore.  

Five college girls open up their new sorority house and plan a pajama party. One of the girls buys a crystal ball from an antiques shop and brings it to the party. They get bored and perform a seance with the crystal ball, causing one of the girls to become possessed by a demon.

Sorority Babes in the Dance-A-Thon of Death is bad to be sure, but to make matters worse, none of the sorority babes get naked.  They do dance around a lot (and play Twister), albeit fully clothed.  I’m not saying it would’ve saved the movie if they had been naked.  It certainly couldn’t have hurt though.  You know it’s bad when the scenes of the old couple who are trying to recover the crystal ball are more entertaining than the stuff with the sorority girls.

All of this is sluggishly paced as it takes forever to get to the horror elements.  It’s only 69 minutes, but you’ll swear it’s twice that.  The sound is also poor in places.  Cheesy dialogue like, “She’s not our friend anymore.  She’s something else.  Something evil.” might’ve been good for a laugh if the sound had been properly recorded.  Despite that, you can actually hear the director yelling “Action!” and “Cut!” in some scenes.  

To top it all off, the video cinematography is horrible.  Much of the movie is hard to see, either because the picture is too dark or just plain blurry.  It almost seems like it was filmed on a fourth or fifth generation videotape.  Either that or someone tried to erase the tape and failed.  If that was the case, they should’ve tried harder.