1 March 2011 | BloodTheTelepathicDog
Just what you'd expect... only better
This is far more entertaining than any of the A-list tripe you'll view at the Megaplex. Although not quite a horror film and not quite a comedy, it melds the two genres and makes a rather decent film. Think of Slaughter Studios as kind of a combination of Cover Me Babe starring Robert Forster and Susanne Benton with the off-the-wall zaniness of Re-Animator.
This film centers on a group of aspiring filmmakers/actors who sneak into the abandoned Slaughter Studios to film their version of some hokey 1950s monster movie. Steve (Peter Stanovich) is the dictatorial director who bosses around his girlfriend Madigan (Amy Shelton-White), belittles his clueless actresses and like so many film-school losers, is convinced of his own brilliance. But everything that can go wrong does for the arrogant twerp, including a deranged murderer picking off his crew one by one.
STORY: $$$ (Nothing splendid here but genre fans will like the references to B-Grade filmmaking throughout the picture. We get lines like "I bet Eric Roberts didn't have to go through this," to a scene from one of the Sorority/Slumber Party Massacre flicks. The screenplay adds plenty of laughs and guffaws while also giving us that favorite Agatha Christie motif: people trapped at a location with a killer in their midst).
ACTING: $$$$ (A heckuva lot better than you'll see in most B-Grade movies. You won't find any of those "actors" that Troma Studios or Fullmoon pictures employs, but a young, able cast that gives it their all. Peter Stanovich is effectively arrogant as Steve and Amy Shelton-White is easy to root for as his ever put-upon girlfriend. Darren Reiher does a terrific job in his brief role as the male lead, giving over-the-top line readings when something far more subdued would be in order. Nicolas Read shows range as Kevin but perhaps the best performance comes from Tara Killian as Portia. She is splendid in the role of the demanding blond actress, calling "cut!" when things don't go her way).
NUDITY: $$$$$ (There is plenty of it here. The filmmakers clearly hearken back to the Sorority House Massacre days--think films with Robyn Harris and Melissa Moore--where breast exposure were the film's main draw. Almost every female cast member doffs her top in this film with the exception of Shelton-White. Poking fun at the Sorority House Massacre genre, all the nudity is gratuitous which makes the skin come off more lampoonish in nature rather than sleazy).