Highschool des Grauens

This was the worst movie I have ever seen in my life. It was so bad, in fact, that it almost was the end of me. I was just barely able to get out of bed the next day. My credit card bills are climbing, my car payment is too high, I have a mortgage that's slowly strangling me, and I now must live with the knowledge that I can never un-see 'Splatter University.' It was almost too much to take. Ultimately, I got out of bed to feed my fish--and I couldn't let anything happen to myself while they were dependent on me to live. God only knows where I'd be right now if I didn't have a fish tank.

This movie takes place over a span of a couple weeks. Yet in every scene, all the characters are wearing the same clothes. If I had to listen to that idiot with the sleeveless blue t-shirt on howl like a wolf one more time, I was going to put my head through the tv.

When I rented it, I was hoping for a college slasher romp, fraught with scantily clad college-aged honeys. None of that here. How about great make-up fx and gallons of blood? Try again. A creepy killer that was good for at least ONE scare? Nope.

I never in a million years would think that a movie with a running time of 79 MINUTES could feel so long. But now that I know, there's no going back. You see, I've graduated from Splatter University, and it weighs on my conscience like a student loan with payments made directly to hell.

Really, really bad slasher movie. A psychotic person escapes from an asylum. Three years later he kills a sociology professor, end of scene. One semester yesterday later (hey, that's what the title card said) a new sociology professor is at the school. She makes friends with another female sociology professor who works there, and starts dating another professor. The students are all bored, as are we.

There are a number of title cards indicating how much time has passed. Scenes are pretty short, and cut to different characters somewhere else, making for little progression of any kind. A lot of scenes involve characters walking and talking, or sitting and talking, and serve little purpose. Despite the passage of time, many of the characters are always wearing the same clothing. Sometimes the unclear passage of time means when we see a body for the second time, we ask ourselves: how long has that body been there? And also, at least one of the dead people don't seem to have been missed by others.

The killer manages to kill one person by stabbing her in the breast, another by stabbing him in the crotch, and another by slicing her forehead. Is his knife poisoned or something?

The video box cover has a cheerleader: there aren't any in the movie. The rear cover has a photo of someone in a graduation cap and gown menacing a group of women in a dorm room. The central redhead in the photo is in the movie, but nobody ever wears such an outfit, and there is no such scene. The killer is strictly one-on-one.

Greetings And Salutations, and welcome to my review of Splatter University; here's the breakdown of my ratings:

Story: 1.00 Direction: 1.00 Pace: 1.00 Acting: 0.75 Enjoyment: 0.75

TOTAL: 4.50 out of 10.00.

Troma brought out some fantastic turkeys that were so bad they made it into the Kingdom of Cultdom - Remember The Toxic Avenger; he must be the King of that Fiefdom. Alas, Splatter University is a turkey, sucking lemons with a sour-puss pout.

The story the writers present to the audience is one of a looney tune on the run from the local nut-house. Surprisingly, there's an outbreak of bloody stabbery at a university campus in the city just after the asylum-break. Hhhmmm, I wonder if they're connected? Of course, they are, and it's our job to try and suss out who's slaying these wayward teens and their teachers. The trouble was, I didn't care. The characters are so unimaginative, and the narrative's lacking in devious deviants and sensational situations that I was wobbling on the fine point of slumber. Somehow I managed to stay awake, though, in hindsight, I probably would've had better nightmares. What this film lacked was absorbing characters with believable and relatable personas. It also required an injection of excitement. Though there were a few slayings, none were scary. These murders needed better structuring and detail. I cannot believe it took so many writers to deliver this dross. My cat has coughed up more exciting furballs.

Worst still is the point-and-shoot direction of Richard Haines. While the simplicity of the filming style works, there are times when it only adds to the sluggish feel of the picture. Now I mostly say there should be a change in pace, and God, Splatter University needed it. That said, it does possess a varied tempo. Sadly it goes from a meandering walk to sleeping on a park bench; and at the wrong moments. Haines tends to slow the pace when we get to the friend segments. Like the scene in the bar. This slowdown in the tempo wouldn't be terrible if he utilised it to propel the story forward. But nothing happens in these scenes. And due to the nothingness, the film slows down even more. These segments should've been quick and filled with teenage drunken joviality, and Haines should have spun out the stalking slayer to build the tension.

As for the acting - The leads were okay, and Forbes Riley does a decent job portraying the replacement teacher, Julie Parker. But things take a nose dive when we get to the performers playing the students. These were multitudes of bad: so wooden I felt like I had a splinter under my skin, so hammy that I was craving a bacon sarnie, and they were so impassive they disappeared into the set dressings.

All in all, Splatter University is a jejune slice of the Troma Pie; it's all crust and no filling. After watching this, I had to watch another movie to satiate my entertainment needs. Therefore, I can't recommend the film. If you need a Troma fix, go and watch Mother's Day or their old fave, The Toxic Avenger.

Now I have your full attention since you're back in that straight-jacket; here, take a gander at my IMDb list - Killer Thriller Chillers to see where I rated Splatter University.

Take Care & Stay Well.

Splatter University doesn't have an awful lot going for it. It looks the cheap, the sound is lacking, most of the performances are awful, and the gore effects rarely convince, but there's a certain low budget 80's charm that keeps you tuned in for its fairly short run time.

Francine Forbes makes for an incredibly appealing lead and she's easily the best actor in the film. Thankfully, we spend most of our time with her (although, maybe not enough time). She plays a young teacher who's replacing a teacher at a local college who's just been brutally murdered. Needless to say, the murderer isn't done yet and seems to have an issue with both the teachers and the entire student body of this university.

There's not a lick of suspense or terror in this movie and, as I said earlier, even the death scenes feel a bit uninspired, but Forbes keeps us invested and along for the ride. The finale does manage to surprise due the sheer mean spiritedness of it all, so I've got to give the fimmakers props for that. I certainly didn't see it ending that way and it was a genuine shock.

Splatter University is more of a movie to play in the background than one you really need to pay much attention to. It's saved by charm, Forbes, and a shocking finale.

I knew this was going to be a good one (and by that, I mean a worthless piece of trash) when the film began with not one, but TWO, flashback sequences of meaningless characters being murdered. Indeed, the entirety of SPLATTER UNIVERSITY is a strangely paced, horribly edited and utterly stupid slab of slasher garbage that should be featured in your next bad movie night.

Directed by Richard W. Haines, most famous for his co-directing post on CLASS OF NUKE 'EM HIGH (and his demotion to second-unit director of the film after only a week), SPLATTER UNIVERSITY tells the tale of random college students who are introduced and immediately murdered. Meanwhile, a new teacher tries to solve the mystery of who's spilling all this university blood. The VHS cover's cheerleader mysteriously never shows up to class.

The film features many wacky college-kid antics (which are damn near impossible to hear because of sound issues), murders (which are almost all uninspired stabbings), and a mystery that is face-palmingly obvious from very early on. Still, the film never takes itself that seriously and there are quite a few intentional and unintentional laughs to be had. As long as you find rampant misogyny and bloody killings funny (and who doesn't!).

It's only 78 minutes long, and I can safely say I enjoyed most of them. I'm a little surprised at the largely negative reviews here which don't mention how dang fun the whole thing is. Great to pair with FINAL EXAM or THE DORM THAT DRIPPED BLOOD for a trashy double feature of dead collegians.