The title is a pun as a paint brush is used to paint pictures of the victims with their blood. The cheerleaders are never in cheerleader outfits, nor do they ever take a shower. The do parade around in swim suits for a large part of the movie, which held my attention as well as their playing an idiotic game of "Truth or Dare." But alas, without a pillow fight, their antics failed to provide the right stimulation. Roger Corman where are you?The horribly done flashback scenes contained some of the worse acting since "Twilight." Did you count how many pictures the pervert took before he had to reload his camera? What was that, about 200 pictures?$1.99 to watch this film is too much. In fact you would have to pay me to sit through this thing again. Rent something else. The movie is a tease, but doesn't please.

Not the worst movie I've ever seen, but pretty bad, even for an indie. The plot seems like it was written as part of a class exercise where each class member gets to write one page of a script. There are flashbacks, flash-forwards, and all sorts of discontinuities. Characters are introduced only to be dropped completely, while new and important characters are introduced at the very end of the movie.A couple of the scenes make you wonder what the movie would have been like if it had been consistent, but these moments are fleeting.The movie is also not helped by the poor audio. There are times when you think that one of the characters must be deaf because the POV shots show someone talking but you can't hear any dialogue.Finally, I would have liked to have been there for the casting, as the producer apparently posted a call for interchangeable cheerleader-type girls 19 to 22 years of age, no nudity or acting ability required. Five of them are bad enough, but I'm sure there was a whole line of them at the casting office. That would have made a horror story on its own.

About 32 minutes into this film, the scene where the guy comes over to hang out with the 5 cheerleaders, and 2 of the girls lay on the floor and try to flip the other over in some kind of cheerleader move, anyway as they get up, and the camera stays on them, if you look screen left you will see an overweight camera man on his knees crouched at the end of the couch. At first I thought it was Hillbilly Wayne the auto mechanic with his camera, but rewind shows otherwise.The continuity in this film was possibly the worse I have ever tried to follow in a B movie. Flashbacks, fast forwards, trying to tell a story, but it is so disjointed it really makes it hard to follow. Cute if not entirely predictable ending.I have to say it still puzzles me why 5 girls would want to party in a dilapidated old house. Especially these 5 who seemed like they walked out of a Teen Glamour shoot and would not be caught dead (pardon the pun) in a run down :haunted: mansion.I don't think the movie is a total loss, I still enjoyed it for what it was. Since I cannot make a movie I don't feel I should be critiquing others so harshly. Small budgets sometimes are the blame,other times it's the writing or the acting. In this case, probably a little of all three.

What can I say about this stinker. No acting, no blood, no gore, no nothing. The storyline is a turkey too, why is that man taking pictures from a girl, why is she almost undressed and in the next shot dressed and then undressed again? Who is that guy, supposed to mislead the viewer thinking he is the killer. How stupid are those girls really want to visit an abandoned house were some atrocities happened. 1954 and 1955 back flashes, huh, who are those kids? the names never appear in the movie. The end, what the hell, see it coming miles away. And what about the conversations between the girls, so stupid, you see them wait until one has finished her sentence. This is no acting. At the end, suddenly there is light in that house but still they think no one lives there. No blood flows, just in snap shots that's the best part, some frames included with blood. You never see any killing of effect used. Can it get worser? I don't think so... a waist of time