A detective embarks on a mission to track down a woman in L.A.'s seedy nightclubs, only to come face-to-face with a blood-thirsty cult of lethally beautiful prostitutes. Is he the next victim of Hollywood's demented Chainsaw Hookers?
Fred Olen Ray
John Henry Richardson
Three frat boys sneak into the Tri-Delt sorority to witness the initiation of new pledges and are caught. The pledges must go to the local bowling lane and steal a trophy, aided by the unwanted frat boys. An accident causes the trophy to break, releasing an evil imp who then begins wreaking havoc with the teens, who begin suffering an attrition problem.Written by
Ed Sutton <firstname.lastname@example.org>
Although I hold Dave DeCouteau, Fred Olen Ray, and Jim Wynorski personally responsible for the decline of the low-budget horror genre into brain-dead comedy and boring, softcore porn, they did create a handful of relatively non-awful movies between them. This is probably DeCouteau's best movie ever (kind of like being the best venereal disease ever, I know). For one thing it doesn't all take place in one house. There are three (!) bonafide locations: a sorority house, a dorm room, and, of course, a bowl-a-rama. It also features three of the most famous 80's "scream queens"--Brinke Stevens, Michelle Bauer, and Linnea Quigley. And though two of the three of them do the obligatory undraping scenes, DecCouteau doesn't use the nudity to simply paper over the total lack of a plot a la his earlier "Nightmare Sisters", for instance, which features the three of them cavorting in a hot tub for what seems like half the movie (even though by the late 80's seeing this ubiquitous trio naked was about as exciting as peeping on your spouse of ten years). And while the movie, like most vintage DeCouteau, is painfully unfunny, it does have a creative and completely off-the-wall plot (which was probably cribbed from "Hell Night", "The Initiation", and/or "The Outing", but nevermind). Catching this late at night on "USA Up All Night" fifteen years or so ago, I even remember being mildly entertained (even if I probably wasn't too sober at the time). OK, it still sucks, but if you are ever forced at gunpoint to watch something from the DeCouteau-Ray-Wynorski collective oeuvre you could do (a lot) worse.
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