Blood, boobs, clever kill scenes, and a killer out for revenge because they were wronged so many years ago... That was good stuff. Usually.
The good girl always lives, the whore always dies... but then again so does the bitch, the fat guy, the plain chick, and most of the time the plain, nice guy too. Twist endings were fun back then, and didn't feel like some sort of shitty gimmick, and would at least set up a sequel or something. They were all shallow and exploitative, perhaps, but they were loads of fun anyway. They were like forbidden fruit.
|Check out that forbidden fruit.|
Oh yeah, and we also get Carrie Fisher showing up to collect a paycheck. My, how Princess Leia has fallen.
|Now throw it with deadly accuracy, random college chick!|
This is exactly the kind of genre movie that deserves genre hate, with its glossy, empty veneer, and it's crowd-cheating jump scares. How do you mess up the concept of a bunch of hot, slutty coeds taking showers, having sex, and being sliced and diced? You can't, because it's a no-brainer!
|Such wasted potential...|
Do I need to say anymore? No? Good.
This movie can suck it.
Hotties are enough to save a cheap Horror flick, you know you're in trouble.