With a name such as "Sorority Party Massacre" then you know that you will either be in for a very cheesy and campy slasher movie, or you will be in for a hilarious spoof on the slasher genre. With that in mind I sat down to watch "Sorority Party Massacre".Bad mistake...I managed to sit 45 minutes into the ordeal that is known as "Sorority Party Massacre" before I gave up on finishing the movie and just got up to find something else to watch. The storyline was just unfathomably boring and slow paced, and in those 45 minutes that I endured very little, and I do mean very little, had happened at all. And I totally lost all interest in watching the rest to see what happened.Slasher movies have a tradition of being cheesy and low budget, but this one is the crowning on the cake. "Sorority Party Massacre" turned out to be a very, very boring movie.The characters in the movie were characters that you hardly cared for, and you didn't really care if they lived or died. As in contrast to movies such as "Friday the 13th", where it is not just a matter of if they will die, it is a matter of how they will die. Such was not the case with the cardboard cut-out characters on parade in "Sorority Party Massacre".I had hoped that seeing Richard Moll in a movie such as this might actually have helped the movie along, even if just a cameo. But I frankly don't recall seeing him here or remembering him here.This is a movie that I have no intentions of returning to finish at a later point in time, because the movie just never appealed or spoke to me in any way.

A vicious killer preys on a bunch of catty and competitive college sorority pledges in an isolated small town. It's up to the short-tempered Detective Watts (a sturdy and engaging performance by Thomas Downey) to catch the maniac. Directors Chris W. Freeman and Justin Jones keep the familiar, but entertaining story moving along at a snappy pace, pull out the sadistic stops with the bloody'n'brutal murder set pieces, employ a flashy and kinetic style which gives the picture an extra galvanizing kick, and further spice things up with a wickedly amusing sense of sly self-mocking humor. Moreover, it's acted with zest by an enthusiastic cast: Ed O'Ross contributes a hilarious turn as bumbling redneck Sheriff Lumpkin, Amanda Burton projects an utterly delightful spunky aplomb as the eager Deputy Lang, and Leslie Easterbrook positively breathes fire as the stern and haughty Stella. In addition, the actresses who portray the college gals are quite sexy and energetic: Marissa Skell as the sweet, yet tough Paige, Eve Mauro as the snippy and ruthless Brooklyn, Yvette Yates as the fierce Sloan, Rebecca Grant as the vampy Veronica, Adrian Kirk as the perky Jessie Lynn, and Alison Mei Lan as the ditsy Kieko. Popping up in cool bits are Ron Jeremy as the obnoxious Det. Rico Depinto and Richard Moll as grizzled sea salt Kreager. Freeman's clever script delivers a few dandy surprise twists. Steven Parker's sharp cinematography provides a pleasing glossy look. Michael Quinlan's unexpectedly diverse score supplies the mandatory shuddery sonic punch in a subtle and effective way. A nifty slice'n'dice item.

Sexy college girls endure gore galore when a psychotic killer with a taste for sorority sister torture arrives. But when this party gets started, will they receive an advanced degree in extreme horror? Staci Layne Wilson of Dread Central pins this as "an incompetent, messy mish-mash of Scream, Student Bodies and 'Reno 9-1-1.'" Well, that about sums it up. Thanks, Staci! While there are some decent scenes, and a few actors who deserve a bit of credit (and many who do not), this just amounts to a lot of nothing. I mean, even for a film called "Sorority Party Party", it is pretty disappointing. Next, the same writer-director is bringing us "Bachelorette Party Massacre", which I am sure will be more of he same tripe.

If the aim of Sorority Party Massacre was to try and recapture the fun of the boobs 'n' blood scream-queen slashers of the 80s, then it fails big time. While there is no shortage of hot young women stripping off before being bumped off, the whole project misses the mark by a mile, with a pathetic script, woeful pacing, irritating editing gimmicks, a lack of decent gore, and a bloody awful hip-hop/R&B soundtrack.As if to prove that they really had no idea where to go after choosing the title, the film-makers start by ripping off Scream, proceed to take a grating tongue-in-cheek approach for much of the film, and then try to get serious in the closing moments with the oh-so-clever revelation that there is not one but several killers at large. None of it works.Sexy blonde Marissa Skell moves from bit part player in the similarly titled Slumber Party Slaughter (2012) to top billing here and is the best thing about the whole sorry mess, looking particularly fetching in her sorority shorts and bra during the finalé. To be fair, most of the performers are more than okay in their roles; it's the weak material and poor execution that lets them (and us) down.