Five college women buy the old Hokstedter place for their new sorority house. They got it cheap because of the bloody incidents from five years before.This was written and shot in seven days, which is pretty much the way Jim Wynorski operates (especially from the 1990s onward). The acting is so terrible and the setup is incredibly cliché. The way the flashback story is told is pretty hilarious in its cheese factor. And then throw in a strip club populated with bikers, gangsters and Saudi princes.Now, it could be worse. Being the work of Wynorski, this is what you should expect -- low budget, cheap thrills, and some topless women. If you wanted more than that (a plot, people with talent) you picked the wrong title.

Pick up truck. Large breasted girls in terrible 80s clothes. Dilapidated mansion. The opening scene looks like The Beverly Hillbillies crossed with the Addams Family, dragged kicking and screaming into 1980s, with a cast of large-breasted female cyphers jiggling for the camera in an old mansion, before flashbacks of a driller killer begin.This will either be goofball fun, or mind numbing. Sadly, it is mostly a mixed bag.Newspaper headlines try to fill in the viewers to the history of the house in this story, but Elvis Lives! headline was moronic, and turns the entire scene into an unfunny joke. When a Satanic serial killer in plaid rears his bloated, flabby face near the house on a rainy night, the girls strip to their undies and consult a Ouija board for help.Lightning flashes are lifted from the title scene from Gilligan's Island! At one point, it takes the killer about five minutes just to walk across a two lane street while stalking the girls. It's pouring down with rain when he begins walking, but by the time he gets across the street and at the house, it has stopped raining. The film's pacing is as slow as the killer's walk, because it takes forever for anything to happen.Linda (played by short little Robyn/ Gail Harris) is my favourite of the lot, but there are no decent nude scenes or sex scenes. It seems more like a PG-rated lingerie shoot than a slasher flick for the first 30 minutes, then some mostly mild violence is brought into the mix, as the girls are stalked (very slowly) by Captain Happy in his plaid overalls, throughout this old mansion.This one-act story stretched out to 77 minutes basically climaxes about 60 minutes in, and then it falls back on the undying killer cliché, before resorting to the demonic possession cliché, in a surprisingly blood-drenched ending. Of which, there are no less than FOUR endings to this!

A group of young women (played by five untalented, but big-breasted B-movie actresses who are obviously too old for their roles) move into their recently acquired sorority house. After slipping into their smallest items of lingerie, the girls unwisely decide to spend their first night in their new home dabbling with a Ouija board, calling up the spirit of a murderer who massacred his family in the very same house several years before. Sometimes, people in horror films just deserve to get killed...Director Jim Wynorski, a man not exactly renowned for his high-brow movie making, ladles on the cheese in this deliberately campy sequel to Sorority House Massacre, which forgoes genuine scares in favour of a tongue-in-cheek approach. Cheap, cheerful, and totally devoid of logic, Wynorski's film is never intended to be anything other than trashy fun, and, in that, I suppose it succeeds: viewers are offered a couple of prolonged shower scenes, a creepy weirdo who may or may not also be a killer, two useless detectives whose only purpose is to make possible a scene in a pole dancing joint (which briefly features deceased porn star Savannah as a stripper), flashbacks to a totally unconnected movie (The Slumber Party Massacre), and several unconvincing death scenes complete with hokey gore.Lacking any decent acting and direction, or any semblance of originality, Sorority House Massacre 2 is the kind of film best watched after a few beers have numbed the senses slightly and one's tolerance for puerile garbage is slightly higher than usual.

Five young sorority sisters have just bought a dilapidated old building which they plan on renovating and making into a new sorority house. For one reason or another, they go to the house on day and decide to stay overnight in the house to meet the movers the next morning. What follows is an endless tirade of clichés and male driven slumber party fantasies.I watched this one rainy afternoon while bored (right after Slumber Party Massacre no less)hoping for some campy fun - instead my intelligence was insulted. Lingerie, booze, Ouija boards, creepy neighbors and demonic possession all make an appearance within this 70 minutes of poor film making.The two things I found most irritating about this film were: 1.) The women in lingerie. I'm sorry boys, I hate to bust your fantasy, but we do NOT wear our sexy lingerie to slumber parties. That type of thing is usually saved for your viewing pleasure - not for our girls to see.2.) The footage stolen from "Slumber Party Massacre" and used as a back story. I'll give the director points for trying to separate this flick from its predecessor, but, please, don't insult the viewers. We know where that footage is from - and not everyone sees it as an homage - more as a blatant rip off.The acting was terrible as expected, but this movie is the epitome of the horror film cliché. We have a demonic possession and a slasher film loaded with T&A. A few reviewers have claimed that this is a satire/spoof but it doesn't give that impression to me. This film is watchable, if only to laugh at how ridiculous it is.