Emily (Lisa Ambalavanar) is a young college girl desperate for popularity both online and in real life. She thinks she will be the talk of her sorority house if she gets a pet sloth as their house mascot. Little does she know the sloth she has chosen is a crazed killer. After cutting down the sorority girls, the sicko sloth sets its sights on its owner.
Slotherhouse knows what it is, and it has no qualms about its identity. With the cutesy creature and the PG-13 rating, it almost plays like a throwback to the ‘90s gateway horror flicks that Amblin used to make. The sorority house setting also gives the film the tone of an '80s Roger Corman movie.
However, the PG-13 rating ensures that the sorority girl shenanigans never really get too hot and heavy. It also means the kills are pretty weak. Even worse is the fact that the majority of the body count occurs during a quick-cut montage and/or happens offscreen.
Even without any gore or gratuitous T & A, the knowing cheekiness of the whole enterprise is still kind of endearing. (There are homages to everything from Psycho to Halloween.) Not only is it goofy harmless fun, it also has a lot to say about peer pressure in the age of social media, and the dangers of keeping wild animals as domesticated pets. You probably didn’t expect a movie called Slotherhouse to contain a message, let alone two, but there you go.
Dyed in the wool horror fans will probably enjoy this up to a point. I know I did. I’m sure it will probably knock ‘em dead on the preteen slumber party circuit. I mean you’re either the kind of person who wants to see a killer sloth using laptops, taking selfies, and driving sports cars or you aren’t. If that doesn’t make you want to see it, nothing will.
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