Blood Sisters (1987) (USA)

aka Slash

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Sorority initiation forces seven girls (and one sorority sister) to stay overnight in a creepy old house which was at one time a brothel. Spooky scares have been set up to freak out the pledges by the frat house boyfriends of the sorority sisters but things go from fun to terrifying when some spectral whores begin to show themselves. Steamy glimpses of the past get some folks horny but the appearance of a lunatic not happy with the trespassers proves to be fatal for some of the gals. Roberta Findlay is responsible for this bad boy so if the plot sounds like there’s enough going down to keep ya thrilled… manage those expectations. That’s not say she never unleashed anything entertaining, quite the opposite, but there’s a knack she has for focusing on tedium when it really shouldn’t be present. We open up things in the past while the brothel is still in operation and the son of one of the ladies of the night is called a pervert by a classmate. He runs to the brothel and takes a shotgun to his mother and her customer. Thirteen years pass and we meet the lovely ladies pledging Kappa Gamma and spend a little time with ‘em as they party. Horny, excited, bored and annoyed; the girls run the gamut of emotions. An extended sex scene drags on for a bit (Findlay strikes again) as the sorority head discusses the plans of setting up scares with her boyfriend. She’s worried about someone getting hurt but whatever-his-name-is assures her all will be fine. The dopes set up the jump scares the next day and at least one of them is convinced the place is actually haunted but the initiation goes on. There’s a scavenger hunt the girls have to take part in and the sorority sister shares the history of the building with them before sending them off to wander around the supposedly haunted dark halls. Two girls find a diary and it shines a light on the awfulness which shut the place down. There’s more boring glimpses into the past and plenty of scenes featuring women walking around in the dark, getting spooked by local church quality haunted house goofs. I was shocked to find that only twenty minutes had passed as I was expecting to be a little more than halfway through. Not a good sign, Roberta. It’s not any better when ya make it to the 45 minute mark as not much has happened unless you’re really into boring sex and minimal spectral shenanigans. About an hour in, someone with a hunting knife finally starts stalking the girls but there will be another lull for “sexy” supernatural flashbacks before anybody dies. I could not tell ya the name of any character in this movie and that’s never a good sign when it’s populated with cuties in mortal danger. No sympathy means no stakes and without those there ain’t too many thrills. The cross-dressing killer could have used more time to shine even if his killing techniques ain’t all that exciting but at least he’s bringing some pulse to things (especially in the truly disturbing murder of the sorority sister). It’s not a complete waste but it comes close. The video box art is the best thing about this one.