Hermanas de la muerte

This PG-rated see-how-they-die thriller reunites five sorority sisters seven years after the death of a fellow pledge during a hazing ritual gone terribly wrong. Responding to anonymous invitations to gather at an isolated desert villa, the girls soon learn the day of judgement is at hand - and begin to die one by one.

Made in 1972, but not released until 1978, SISTERS OF DEATH is a passable time killer, but lacks interesting characterizations, thrilling setpieces or the trademark extremes that made drive-in going such a singular thrill. With a film like Bava's BAY OF BLOOD pulling out all the stops, SISTERS OF DEATH is just too tame. Still, the cast is game; check out Claudia Jennings (former Playboy Playmate of the Year), Arthur Franz (MONSTER ON CAMPUS) and Joe Tata (the wistful frycook on TV's "Beverly Hills 90210).

Seven years have passed since a sorority sister was killed as a result of a Russian-roulette-type initiation, which was ruled an accident. Then, five members get anonymous invitations to a reunion at a place to which the girls are taken from a central meeting spot by two guys. Although the duo has been paid only to transport the quintet, the pair is with the girls when the fence around the estate closes, locks and electrifies. They learn that their captor is the father of the initiation victim, and the remainder of the movie shows how most of them get knocked off - with a minimum of gore. Although much of the film (especially the first half) is slow-moving, I wasn't discontent at having spent the time to view it. In fact, I watched it a second time, thinking that maybe I missed something as far as the ending was concerned. Did somebody believe that THAT was gonna provide the most compact conclusion? I came away questioning it's logic.

In the same vein as Ten Little Indians, Sister's of Death does the 'invitation' thing some years before Paul Lynch's Prom Night and even before Class Reunion Massacre from 1976.

Sorority girls are holding their initiation for two inductees that involves a pistol/murder in which one of the 'Sisters' would load the gun, place it to the inductee's head and pull the trigger. Of course, the blank bullet is just supposed to make a loud noise and that's it. But, in this case, it splatters the girls brains and the rest is history.

Anyway, it's a few years down the road and the ex-sorority girls receive and invitation and five hundred bucks to attends a 'Sister's' reunion. They are supposed to meet in a designated spot where two guys with a beat-up station wagon (with sheets over the windows) are to pick them up and take the them to their destination, where they themselves are to make a couple hundred bucks.

After all the girls finally make it, the two guys drive the girls to their location. one of the guys talks his friend into staying and partying with the girls and soon learn they're stranded on the property. An electric fence keeps them on the premises while an unknown specter roams throughout the mansion spying and doing away with the girls one by one.

Sister's of Death is a film that does a lot of cliché' things before it was cool to do so. The acting is surprisingly good for a drive-in caliber flick. There's copious amounts of cheese that accompanies the actions and dialog of our characters, and a twist ending that I never saw coming. Just who is it that is taking the girls out one by one? Just whose revenge mode is set on high and what lengths will they go through to extend their murderous rage? Watch and see.

Years after a pledge is accidentally killed in an initiation ceremony, the unrepentant and generally unsympathetic sorority sisters are called to a reunion at a remote house where they find themselves locked in by an electric fence and stalked by a killer. The identity and motive of the killer is pretty predictable, but there's still some unexpected surprises regarding his possible accomplice. This movie generally has a bad reputation, but I kind of liked it. The revenge-for-a-fraternity/sorority-prank-gone-wrong is a hoary old cliché in horror movies nowadays but it was pretty original back in 1972 when this movie was made. Similarly the fake class reunion plot was used in many other horror movies in subsequent years, some better ("The Redeemer"), some worse ("Slaughter High"). And it was even parodied at least once (in "National Lampoon's Class Reunion").

The movie also features an early starring role for drive-in queen Claudia Jennings. Jennings is less experienced (albeit also less drug-addled) than she would be in her later roles, and some will no doubt be disappointed that she doesn't take her clothes off. As a general rule it is a bad idea to cast a Playboy Playmate in a lead role and not have her undress (witness "Barb-wire" with Pamela Anderson or ANY movie with Jenny McCarthy). But while Jennings may have been well above average relative to other Playmates when it came to her naked charms, she was in a class by herself when it came to acting talent (with Shannon Tweed maybe a very distant second). She was probably the only Playmate in history who could have made it as a successful actress WITHOUT having been a Playmate. She's definitely the best thing in this movie as she is the ONLY remotely sympathetic potential victim.

The one thing I didn't like about this movie was that it was more in the style of an action movie than a horror movie (it takes place almost entirely in daylight, for instance). It kind of reminded of those stupid female action movies they make today for emasculated fanboys where 105 lb. fashion models go around wielding guns and beating everybody up. But this was the 1970's when feminism was still pretty feminine, and Jennings was one of the few actresses who was always believable in these scrappy roles. Sure this movie could have used some full-frontal nudity, but it's still pretty decent.

B-grade thriller has a bizarre sisterhood initiation that involves a Russian roulette round that ends in tragedy when one of the débutantes is executed. Seven years later the surviving members are summoned to a reunion at an isolated mansion. Despite the welcoming party, they soon discover that the fun and games are just beginning, and they're unlikely to ever leave.

Paul Carr and Joe E.Tata co-star as a pair of hired chauffeurs who inadvertently become stranded with the girls when the fence surrounding the compound is electrified; Tata went on to become a minor celebrity of sorts twenty years later in "Beverly Hills 90210". Playboy playmate, Clauida Jennings is 'ample' in her leading role, but she's somewhat overshadowed by her co-stars Boucher (a one-time Mrs George Peppard) and Howell in particular. Veteran Arthur Franz acts with restraint, though his role is largely confined to peering through door cracks, and making homemade bullets for his gatling gun.

Mildly suspenseful with a couple of chuckles, the plot contrivances are weak and the pace laboured for the lack of material, but still, there's an undeniable b-movie quality that prevails. If you're not too discerning and are familiar with the cast, you should find enough here to keep you entertained.