FORMAT: BLU-RAY (REWATCH)
ORIGINAL REVIEW:
(As posted on August 1st, 2023)
Hugo (Sal Longo) is a creepy schlub who says, “Be it zombie or vampire, the eternal urge to live forever is the dream of mankind!” He then goes out and strangles a jogger (Dean Demko) and hacks her up. Hugo just so happens to live next door to a bunch of sorority girls who are spending their spring break at home. When a prank goes wrong, the girls think they’ve accidentally killed Hugo. Little do the sorority sisters know, he’s an immortal killer who likes sacrificing women on his altar.
Sorority Slaughter is kinda like the South Jersey version of House on Sorority Row. Despite the low budget trappings inherent in a W.A.V.E. Production, directors Gary Whitson and Sal Longo still find ways to wring genuine suspense and even a surprise or two. I liked the opening scene where a victim is watching a W.A.V.E. movie on TV while the killer lurks in the background. Then, we hear a scream, and the audience thinks she’s just become a victim, but it’s really coming from the TV. THEN the killer strikes. Sure, it’s not John Carpenter or anything, but it’s kinda effective for a low budget, shot-on-video horror flick. Whitson and Longo also give us a great toilet POV shot when Tina Krause blows chunks.
Moments like that work. Eventually, Sorority Slaughter reveals its true purpose: Long scenes of sorority girls horseplaying in the pool, extended water fights that erupt while washing a car (complete with Keystone Kops music), and scenes of sorority girls getting slaughtered (natch). W.A.V.E. movies are essentially bondage fetish videos parading as horror films, so it’s always amusing once they start showing their skeevier side. They’re almost like an AI version of a snuff film. Some of these scenes go on forever, and sometimes, you start to question what you’re watching. However, is it really a W.A.V.E. movie if you haven’t asked yourself, “Okay, what am I watching?”
Despite the gnarly and grungy aspects of the film, it’s strangely chaste. Nudity in the shower scenes is either strategically out of frame or obscured by the opaque shower curtain. When the guys score with the sorority sisters, they either leave their underwear on or seem unable to get past second base. In fact, there’s no nudity here, unless you count butt shots and wet T-shirts. The kill scenes are kind of repetitive too, although I guess if you have a fetish for seeing women faint, being carried off like Julie Adams in The Creature from the Black Lagoon, and then having her guts pulled out, you’d be inclined to give it Four Stars no matter what.
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