Seven lovely and sexy college sorority pledges have to spend the night in a haunted bordello. Naturally, the gals start getting picked off one by one by a mysterious killer. Boy, does this lovably lousy flick possess all the right wrong stuff to qualify as a real four-star stinkeroonie: fumbling (mis)direction by the notorious Roberta Findlay (who also wrote the extremely talky and uneventful cookie cutter script), a plodding pace, a grating and overblown ooga booga synthesizer score by Michael Litovsky and Walter E. Sear, hilariously horrendous dialogue (favorite line: "Eat my shorts, tampon breath! I saw something!"), clumsily staged murder set pieces, chintzy (far from) special effects, dumb false scares, and zero suspense or creepy atmosphere. Of course, we also get plenty of yummy gratuitous female nudity and several leering soft-core sex scenes. Special kudos are in order for the gloriously godawful acting, with stand-out endearingly atrocious contributions by Amy Brentano as snooty head sorority sister Linda, Elizabeth Rose as awkward bespectacled dweebette Bonnie, Cierste Thor as sensitive psychic Cara, Marla Machart as the whiny, sarcastic Marnie, and Dan Erikson as deranged cross-dressing homicidal maniac Ross. Ubiquitous 80's East Coast exploitation cinema mainstay Ruth Collins has a small part as a prostitute. Findlay's reasonably polished cinematography boasts some nice lighting and a few impressive compositions. This movie deserves a few extra points for its surprisingly grim ending. A total cruddy hoot.
Review of Blood Sisters
