Included here are the usual suspects: the slut (Teri Weigel; American Bukkake 7, The Incredible Ashley Juggs and her Busty Friends), the troubled/crazy girl, the horndog guy (a very unenthused Leif Garret – Walking Tall, The Outsiders), the aforementioned “funny” fat dude, just to name a few. One thing they did get right was the nudity. I couldn’t help but laugh at that weird titty “duel” at the pond near the beginning. Apparently if the popular girl wags her tits, it’s one’s duty as team slut to respond in kind. Sadly, the well runs dry pretty early. And what was with no girl on girl? It’s a fucking cheerleader camp, these whores should have been all over each other in the cabins at night! Unacceptable.
D: It speaks to the ineffectiveness of the film that you had to make up a little “who’s that person” game for yourself in order not to gouge your eyes out. I fucking HATED the comedy in this. At one point I could have sworn that Leif Garrett was doing the worst Bill Murray impersonation ever filmed. Pick a genre and stick to it; a bit of black humor can be tolerated but this was just an obvious attempt at covering up how shitty and pointless of a film this really is. It’s really easy to make a slasher on the cheap and yet they managed to get it all wrong nonetheless. The kill scenes (if you wanna call em that) were derivative and tame; I’m sure they blew their whole effects budget on that garden shears scene alone. Even the sets seemed poorly constructed and flimsy and it was abundantly clear that they didn’t have enough money or interested people to actually populate the scenes. That party scene in the main hall with the band seemed like it was comprised of maybe 10 people – the dancing is something that needs to be witnessed though, it’s truly appalling. I can only imagine how horrified Ms. Dickey must have been to have been a part of that. Did you notice her little break dancing bit in the alligator suit? That was cute.
J: Yea, I don’t know how many ‘fat-guy-filming-sexy-antics’ they thought they could stuff into this fucker, but too many to be sure. The writer’s passion was clearly more Porky’s than The Prowler. Speaking of the party scene; what was the deal with that band?! It was Information Society on a steady diet of self-harm, Bauhaus and beer. It seems like an odd choice for a cheerleading competition. But, you’re right; the grue left plenty to be desired, the sex appeal was much lower than it should’ve been given the premise, it made little to no sense and you’d think that in a movie about cheerleading you’d actually see some fucking routines, but it was all masturbatory bullshit. Every character was a stereotype that you either felt nothing for or couldn’t wait to see stop breathing. With nothing redeemable about this movie aside from the occasional tit; it limped on far too long for my liking. I’m actually angry that I’m even sitting here typing this out right now. It takes real talent to turn a sparklingly sleazy premise, a few competent actors and memorable cover art into the kind of disappointment that only drinking and bashing yourself about the face with a hammer can cure.
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