Studio: Syfy/Scream Factory
Director: Danishka Esterhazy
Writer: Suzanne Keilly
Producer: Adam Friedlander, Samantha Levine, Tebogo Maila
Stars: Hannah Gonera, Frances Sholto-Douglas, Alex McGregor, Reze-Tiana Wessels, Mila Rayne
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Summary:
Three decades after a notorious massacre, a group of girls encounter the same serial killer while partying at a cabin in the woods.
Review:
Impatient people might tune out of 2021’s “Slumber Party Massacre” before this remake of the 1982 cult classic even reaches its 15-minute mark. Based only on initial impressions, you could hardly blame them for getting tired of all the tropes.
First we have a familiar flashback. It’s 1993. A troupe of teenage girls gathers at a remote lakeside cabin in the woods for a night of pizza, booze, and cracking jokes about dildos.
Outside, Trish’s disgruntled ex-boyfriend Chad spies on the ladies as they dance in their underpants. Chad also spies a second stalker peering through another window. Before Chad knows it, that stalker stabs the business end of a spiraling power drill right into his torso. Now ‘Driller Killer’ Russ Thorn is free to return his attention toward the women, which he does by committing three more murders before seemingly falling to an underwater death.
Jump up to the present. Trish, sole survivor of the prologue’s slayings, isn’t happy about her daughter Dana embarking on an outing similar to the one that ended in slaughter. But off she goes anyway on a weekend holiday with three friends and one of their stowaway kid sisters. What could possibly go wrong?
This is a horror flick so, everything. Dana and company’s standard scary movie setup starts with their car breaking down, stranding them in the middle of nowhere. In addition to a grungy hick gas station attendant telling them they’ll be out of luck for a while, there’s a shifty-eyed shopkeeper at the nearby general store. Conveniently, she has a solution for the situation. There happens to be a cabin for rent just up the road, though no one notices it’s the same place where Dana’s mother was nearly murdered three decades ago. Worse, it looks like the Driller Killer might not be at the bottom of the lake after all. That means this second girls night of drunken underpants dancing now has new items on the itinerary like finding reasons to split up, tripping while running away, and everything else that appears on the first page of the Slasher 101 handbook. Could “Slumber Party Massacre” be any more cliché?
So, yeah. It’s easy to see why someone might turn off the TV before their eyes finish a full counterclockwise rotation.
Get this though. There’s actually a method to “Slumber Party Massacre’s” deceptively rote madness. Stick with it through the first 30 minutes and you’ll be rewarded with an unexpectedly novel twist that only a liar would ever tell you he could see coming. Once this revelation retroactively upends expectations by adding “un” to what was previously predictable, an “aha!” balloon pops and “Slumber Party Massacre” becomes exponentially more enjoyable.
“Slumber Party Massacre” isn’t a horror-comedy in the overt way that “Zombieland” qualifies as a horror-comedy. Dialogue still slips in sass at regular intervals as a reminder to not regard the movie as strictly serious, which it certainly isn’t. You have to swallow this wickedly witty reimagining as a casual satire not just of the original “Slumber Party Massacre” specifically, but of routine slasher beats in general, and then entertainment comes easy.
Simply swapping traditional gender roles in a couple of scenes leads to some great gags, including a hilarious explanation for how a room fills with feathers prior to a slow-motion pillow fight. Although it’s made more to motivate a “Who’s on First?” exchange, another good bit comes from giving two red shirts the same name, Guy, which simultaneously lampoons how negligibly generic these kinds of characters really are.
Fragile-ego alphas out there in the audience will no doubt take offense at “Slumber Party Massacre’s” unsubtle takedowns of toxic masculinity and metaphors mirroring common concerns of current culture. Forget their feelings. If misogynist men would stop perpetuating their own stereotype by complaining about “woke” agendas every time someone other than a straight white male takes a prominent part in a movie, maybe female filmmakers wouldn’t have to keep taking them to task.
There are more legitimate gripes to be made anyway. A made-for-TV sheen cheapens “Slumber Party Massacre” in several places, such as oddly generic credits and segues seemingly written to be cliffhanger cuts to commercial breaks. Then again, “Slumber Party Massacre” was a Syfy Original, so some of that should be expected. Other quibbles include a jarringly abrupt ending (not even a post-credits stinger for the guy who got away by stranding one of the girls?) and a comparatively languid last act after a second twist pivots the plot at a point where other slasher movies usually end.
Getting back to those who might moan about the movie however, I respect how director Danishka Esterhazy appears to give zero f*cks about pissing off people who treat fiction franchises like precious properties required to do things one way and one way only. She previously rattled some pearl-clutchers prone to easily-ruined childhoods by reconfiguring the beloved “Banana Splits” (review here) as a killer cadre of rampaging robots, and the fog of nostalgia prevented those poor folks from finding the fun in that film too. I’m sure Esterhazy is probably itching for original projects and bigger budgets. But with a two-for-two track record on injecting fresh energy into forgotten IP, Esterhazy evidently purloined Herbert West’s serum, and I’d be eagerly onboard with whatever mothballed title she wants to dig up and re-animate next.
Review Score: 75
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