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Maybe a serious film about women going out of their way to get rid of every pervert whoever touched strange ladies inappropriately might make a good point, but this is a complete waste of 87 minutes where the use of a gong to indicate that something violent was going to happen or "the hooter honk" giving us the indication that perversion would soon occur on screen only shows how ridiculously amateurish this is. The presence of a Rod Serling like narrator at the beginning just falls flat, and the acting is so bad that it's a crime to call it acting. There is nothing remotely entertaining about this film or memorable, and the more violent that these women get against the men who attempt to sexually abuse them, the more offensive it is against the serious subject matter it is supposed to be dealing with. Most people probably won't make it past 20 minutes of this movie which deserves to be wiped off the face of celluloid. I'm usually against any type of censorship, but this serves no purpose other than to indicate that not everybody who goes to film school should get to even make a student film. If they ever decide to destroy it, I hope they just bury it in a huge garbage dump somewhere in a New Jersey field because burning it would just release toxic waste.

Some scenes were funny but that was it. This movie is against men and it's poorly made garbage. I was hoping that the women would get caught but of course they got away with it. I thought the cover looked cool but after watching it I hated it.

Nothing is worse than a bad comedy and unfortunately, this is a terrible comedy. The movie focuses on a group of abused women who turn to murdering random men in their area. The story is largely meandering, aimlessly bouncing from murder victim to murder victim. Peppered in are tired and trite meta elements that go over like a lead balloon. The film's greatest issue is a technical one and not one often thought of. This film, simply put has the worst audio I've ever heard in any movie. It's a masterclass in audio failure. Sometimes a bad movie can remind you what a miracle it is any good movie is ever made. There's thousands of ways for a film to fail, most of them are elements the general audience will never think about. Little things that any competent crew could never mess up. Something a truly terrible production would have to fail out for you to ever notice.

In this movie, all dialogue is panned to the left and everything else is panned purely to the right. I repeat EVERYTHING is panned right. Your right ear will get every single sound effect and all music. The mixing is also a disaster. Somehow, some way the dialogue is constantly peaking the mic and too quiet. The music will constantly overwhelm the dialogue. It's basically impossible to not miss 50% of the dialogue due to the music being so loud or being so poorly recorded it's unintelligible. If I had to guess most of the dialogue was recorded using the mic on the camera as the mic sounds so far the characters sound like they're in the bottom a well. The music is surprisingly decent because it's clearly ripoffs of decent music.

All of this is in service of a production that has essentially 0 gore. You'll occasionally see blood, perhaps a single gunshot wound effect. There is some very light, soft nudity. Some very tasteless shots of bare breasts but outside of this you'll find virtually nothing of interest. This movie should be seen by no one, being left to the dust bin of history the only appropriate outcome for this dull, ugly and discordant waste of time.

Gorman Bechard can always be counted on to give you a movie that's not expected, like his undervalued slasher Disconnected.

So what happened here?

Co-written with Carmine Capobianco, Cemetery High is every woman on man revengeomatic that you've seen, except that there's a horn when nudity happens and a ring when violence is about to befall someone. So yes - a rape revenge comedy, if that can be a thing. Maybe in 1988, right?

Produced by Charles Band, this had the title Assault on Killer Bimbos which was taken for the movie we know that as today. And the dark movie that Bechard made was not the comedy that this was turned into.

Back in 2009, the director wrote on IMDB, "I detest this film.

Long story short: it was originally called Assault of the Killer Bimbos. It was a black comedy. We filmed it as written. Charlie Band, who ran Empire, called me the day after we wrapped and said he just read the script and it was too dark for his liking. He was taking away the title (because I had gotten such great publicity, including People Magazine), and keeping only half of what I shot. He was having his staff write some back story.

Thus my story about girls who offed scum bags just because they knew they could...now became a story about girls who were abused, etc. And so on. But it was the film that was ultimately abused (and I'm using a nice word) by Band.

I talk about this at length on the commentary of the new Psychos In Love DVD release. (Of course, if I had seen what they did to Galactic Gigolo in post prior to filming this, I would have never made a second film for Band.)

Rent Psychos. Avoid this piece of crap.

And if you're a filmmaker, and an idiot with money tries to tell you what to do with your film...I don't care how badly you want it...WALK AWAY."

Anyways, the cast has Debi Thibeault, who shows up in both versions of Assault of the Killer Bimbos, as well as Galactic Gigolo, Psychos In Love and Death Collector, the only film in her resume not connected to Bechard. It also has Karen Nelson, Simone Reyes (who is the girl reading Popular Science in the Beastie Boys' "(You Gott) Fight for Your Right (to Party!), Lisa Schmidt and Ruth Collins, who is also in Witch Academy, Hellroller, Lurkers, Blood Sisters, Prime Evil, Doom Asylum, Firehouse and Joe D'Amato's Eleven Days, Eleven Nights 2. She's also the lead dancer in the Beastie Boys video for "No Sleep till Brooklyn." I wonder what the connection with all the New York exploration talent and Beastie Boys videos is? That last one also has Vic Noto, Bronson from Street Trash, in it.

So yeah. The movie stinks. But maybe having Rhonda Shear as hostess made it go down better.