Some movies are so bad they’re good, but the 80s cult classic slasher Slumber Party Massacre II is so ridiculous that it’s incredible
A few prime examples of this are Ninja III: The Domination, Samurai Cop, The Beastmaster, Spacehunter: Adventures in the Forbidden Zone, Miami Connection, Conan the Destroyer, Breakin’ II: Electric Boogaloo, and Class of 1999 II: The Substitute.
There is something going on at the heart of all these films. They possess a certain “charm” that mainstream movies often lack.
Call them ridiculous if you’d like, but many of them are also inventive, and the fact that they are indeed ridiculous fills my twelve-year-old heart with joy. Slumber Party Massacre II is a movie just like that.
The story is simple. A young girl named Courtney, a survivor from the first film, and her girl band (who lip sync Wednesday Week songs in garages) take a much-needed road trip to what was obviously one of the producer’s homes, and they proceed to party hard.
The champagne, corndogs, and, much to our delight, the full-frontal nudity break out in no time. A pillow fight ensues, feathers fly, girls dance for the camera, and then a couple of teen-age boys crash the party to balance out the sexes some.
All seems well, right? Wrong! Courtney has been having visions of a killer stalking her in her dreams and breakdancing. His weapon of choice, an electric guitar with a drill bit coming out of the end of the neck. Not since Freddy Kruger’s glove have I loved a weapon so much. I only wish they opened with a scene of him making it, A Nightmare on Elm Street style. But we can’t have it all, can we?
As the weekend rolls along, Courtney continues having these bizarre visions about the killer. I should point out that SLUMBER PARTY MASSACRE 2 is very loose in its continuity. How far did it go with this stance? Well, the killer from the first movie looks different in this one. A lot different. Hell, he’s not even the same killer. Is he supposed to be? I don’t know for sure, but we are venturing into Roger Corman territory here, and sequels mean dollars, even if they don’t make much sense.
Along with all this madness, a dead chicken in the fridge attacks her, she almost eats a bloody-hand hamburger, a bath tub she’s in fills with blood, and a zit on her friend’s face erupts and explodes all over her. On top of all this, nobody believes a word of it.
Courtney’s friends begin to worry whether or not she’s coming apart at the seams. Understandable, I suppose. The general consensus is that she’s ruining the weekend, which she kind of is. Her only real support comes from her crush who has showed up for the weekend to make out, bake her a cake for her birthday, and stare into the camera.
As the movie continues, Courtney tries to convince herself that the man stalking her dreams isn’t real. Her crush agrees. That’s when the killer inexplicably shows up in reality to prove them both wrong and crashes the party.
Now, I’ve seen some interesting killers in my day. Burnt ones, masked ones, ones that talk, ones that won’t, but I have never seen a killer dance around the house to his own theme song, sticking it to his victims with a guitar drill as he sings, “Let’s buzz!” At this point, the girls are screaming, the killer’s having a hoot, the song is blasting, the blood is flying, and we sit in disbelief at it all. (The film should have come with a “music video included” sticker for this scene alone.) There is no other way to put this. The guy boogies his way right through a body count like no other in the last 20 minutes of the movie. Did I mention he loves to blow air kisses?
The final ending of Slumber Party Massacre II is one of an enigma, and it leaves a lot open to interpretation. Open to what, I’m not really sure. The “did it really happen” twist ending perhaps? Some may try and contemplate these things, but I don’t really care either way here. It’s irrelevant. This was a full-blown comedy from the start, and it made zero attempts to try and make any kind of sense along the way. Why start with the ending?
There are many slashers out there, but none stand apart from the pack the way Slumber Party Massacre II has in its originality alone.
It is one of the more interesting good/bad movies out there. The opening freeze-frame with the pink title splash is worth the price of admission alone. There are claims that the first one was intended to be a comedy. Well, it did have comedy in it, most slashers do to relieve the tension between kills, but that movie wasn’t a comedy first. The sequel rectified this. Slumber Party Massacre II has that overall swag, and that is the comedy, along with exploding zits and a killer air humping down the hall.
What we have here is a crazy-ass, rockabilly slasher stuck on WTF, and it’s completely off its rocker. And who is that girl on the poster? She wasn’t even in the movie. That doesn’t make any sense! There goes that charm again.