Slumber Party Massacre II

Slumber Party Massacre II picks up a few years after the events in the original.  Valerie, one of the survivors, is now in a mental hospital, while her sister Courtney Bates (now played by Crystal Bernard) is plagued by nightmares involving a supernatural leather-clad rockabilly killer (Atanas Ilitch) who wields a spiky red guitar that doubles as a drill.  Courtney plans to celebrate her seventeenth birthday by heading to a condo with her all-girl rock band for the ultimate slumber party weekend.  The festivities begin with a feast of corn dogs and champagne, followed by a synchronized dance routine which eventually results in one girl taking off her bra and slapping her friends with it, before the inevitable slow motion pillow fight, witnessed, of course, by two guys who've shown up to crash the party (one comments, "I didn't know girls really did this").  However, Courtney's nightmares are starting to encroach on reality and may mean real danger for her and her friends.

Slumber Party Massacre II has to be one of the most bizarre movies I've ever seen.  The driller killer shakes his hips, breakdances, flails his arms, and engages in full-blown musical numbers while stalking his victims.  The nightmares include flashbacks to events from the first movie which Courtney wasn't present for, but they also incorporate footage from later in this very movie, so at least they're consistently inconsistent.  Eventually, in addition to the nightmares, Courtney begins having waking hallucinations of exploding zits (kinda gross) and flying frozen chickens (freaking hilarious). 

If none of this sounds delightfully off-the-wall to you, you're not going to like Slumber Party Massacre II.  This was writer/director/producer Deborah Brock's first feature film, and it shows, to put it mildly.  There are numerous out-of-focus shots, along with some really odd camera angles (Courtney's crush Matt is shot in extreme closeup so that his dialogue looks like it's directed not at the characters, but the audience).  The script makes absolutely no sense; in fact, if you don't shut your brain off while watching, your head may explode.  The ending is a triple-twist copout.  The film is barely over an hour, yet it's poorly paced, with the killer appearing in the real world (suddenly and without explanation) around the 50 minute mark.

I'm able to overlook the film's many flaws because it's just so darn weird.  The sheer insanity of the proceedings is enough to hold my attention.  And of course there's the best/worst killer in the history of cinema.  Atanas Ilitch hams it up, cackling madly, speaking directly to the camera, and busting out some truly epic dance routines.  An explanation for such things would be insufficient and unnecessary.  This is mindless entertainment at its best, and as such, Slumber Party Massacre II is recommended for the most devout fans of cheesy slashers and bad, bad movies.