Slumber Party Massacre II (1987)

The second in the series, this one opens with much less-blatant sexual exploitation and a clip show of what we missed in the last film, followed by a nearly full-length karaoke music video to help us connect with the main girl, Courtney, who is in an all-girl garage glam-pop band. Their garage band has much better production value than the film itself, which is itself slightly out-of-focus when we meet the glam-rock gals for the second full-length music video in ten minutes.

Courtney is the all-grown-up younger sister of Valerie from the first film. She's having sleep premonitions of her asylum-bound older sister (not played by the same actress as in the first) warning her not to go the the weekend slumber party, interspersed with visions of spraying blood and a 50s greaser with a giant drill guitar. She decides to go to the weekend slumber party with her bandmates, most of whom are entirely incapable of acting, where they have the third music video of the film.

They have a champagne fight in a carpeted room and finally get overtly sexualized, while the male love interests peer in through the window, as is tradition. There are some movies that think that, if all of the characters on screen laugh, then the movie itself is a comedy despite nobody doing anything comedic. This is such a movie, and they giggle and laugh away the minutes. Nothing is funny.

Courtney has surreal dreams of being harassed by The Fonz and wakes up on the kitchen floor. Courtney tells her friend that she had a hyper-realistic dream about The Fonz drilling her sister's brain out, and her friend said, "it's the kind of dream you have when you drink too much."

The editing is atrocious, with completely disjoint cutting between scenes, and visions of Murder Fonz just spliced in any old place. At the halfway point, they're still "character developing" the same vapid, two-dimensional characters in a loop, and no murder plot is yet established. Courtney's ridiculous and poorly splices Murder Fonz visions are neither building plot nor tension. Just as it looks like a plot might start, she is attacked by a stop-motion raw chicken that leaps out of the fridge and then… oh, let's revisit some of the character development scenes again.

After an unbelievably bad transition, Murder Fonz drills a hole through her boyfriend with a guitar with a magic drill neck, and suddenly everyone can see him. One of the girls yells "no! no! no! no!" while standing perfectly still so he can slowly drill through her chest. The kids run out of the house, but then realize that they left the car keys in the house. They're, again, in the middle of the suburbs with dozens of houses around, but they just stick tightly to the property with the murderer. It's a slasher film and they obviously get picked off one-by-one, but the filmmakers don't have this under control at all and it is an absolute mess.

They hide from him, even though it's well established that he can teleport, since he's a phantom greaser. Did I mention that nobody has even attempted an explanation as to why the villain is a phantom greaser with a drill guitar? He takes a moment to have a solo music video. This is all part of being a comedy, while forgetting how jokes work. Did I mention that the girls' glam-pop band never became relevant?

Most of the rest of the film is 50s rock karaoke and Scooby Doo chases and screaming. Murder Fonz finally catches the final survivor, Courtney, and stands perfectly still while she lights a torch and sets him alight. She wakes up back in the slumber party house and it was all just a dream… or was it!? She wakes up again, and it all was again just a dream again… or was it again!? First-time writer/director Deborah Brock got a few more writer/director gigs after this, inexplicably, all of which have worse reviews, inexplicably.