Cheerleader Massacre

Stop me if you hard this one before, some cheerleaders, their coach and a couple guys are trapped within a cabin in the woods when an unseen killer kills them off one by one. Shame on me, after I totally wrote off Jim Wynorski after the horrid "Busty Cops" (it was a long time coming as his last truly good film was 1990's "Hard to Die"), I still for some reason got my hopes up for a supposed sequel to "Slumber Party Massacre". Sadly even my mediocre expectations were not met. This outing is not nearly as fun as even the three previous films in the franchise (and yes I'm including SPM 2, that should tell you something) Furthermore how can you have a slasher film with this little gore??? I mean Come on now!!

My Grade: D

Eye Candy: Ricky Ray gets topless; April Flowers and Charity Rahmer show boobs and buns in a shower scene (April gets nude again later in the film), and Tamie Sheffield gets topless and bares buns

I didn't have high hopes for this movie when I started watching it, and I was still dissapointed. The actors who are supposed to be teenagers looks more like they passed 30 and are getting old fast. The season shifts from summer into winter into summer into fall into winter again, all in the same day. The mountain can't be that high.

They tell stories and you see flashes of it, where they say it's snowing, but when they show it, it's sunny. And of course since this is a B movie there are lots of nudity to try to keep the viewer watching when the scripts falls through. After only a minute the first breasts are flashed, and it follows that mood though the movie. Watch this movie if you want to laugh at a really bad movie, with a stupid script that has got all the cliches of a horror movie.

I've never expected too much from a film by trashy B-movie director Jim Wynorski: a silly premise, some cheapo effects and a bit of nudity from some busty babes, and I'm usually fairly happy.

Well, Cheerleader Massacre delivers on the former and definitely the latter, but unfortunately is a tad light when it comes to the splatter. And when a film has the word 'massacre' in the title, and scrimps on the gore, then Houston, we have a problem.

Wynorski's movie centres on a group of cheerleaders who, along with their teacher, mini-bus driver and a couple of guys, become stranded in the mountains during a snowstorm. They make their way on foot to a deserted mountain retreat, where they find food and shelter. And a crazy killer who wants them all dead! From the outset, good old Jim ensures that his film features plenty of scenes loaded with T&A, and includes the obligatory shower scene, along with numerous other moments in which tasty women get nekkid (including a spot of raunchy softcore sex and a very gratuitous three-babes-in-a-hot-tub scene). None of the women look young enough to be cheerleaders (and are never even seen in their outfits), but who cares about such details when they're all too willing to strip off in the name of art?

I do care, however, about the movie's numerous lacklustre deaths. With such an extremely lurid title, I had been hoping for some inventive bloodletting to go with all of the bums, bush, and boobs; instead, practically all of the killings occur off-screen or feature next to no gore. Only a silly post-decapitation scene (achieved with cheap-as-chips CGI) comes anywhere near to delivering the goods.

Still, if you're feeling in the mood for some titillation, or a bit of slasher silliness minus the grue, then, at 82 minutes, at least Cheerleader Massacre won't be too much of a waste of your time.

Thanks to the cover this movie looks good, thanks to the direct it is actually complete rubbish. Slasher fans should stay the hell away from this one, There's no Plot, no talent and I am sorry to say that i've actually seen it. Thank God i rented it online and it only cost me about 50 pence, because if i'd spent any more i might have to go and slash my own wrists, from the sheer depression. I think the Director thought that a few Bimbos on the cover and the word Cheerleader might make a movie, by which rationale i could sell a turd in a box if I only cellotape a picture of Britney Spears on the front. Even for an amateur movie this stinks and forget soft porn, aside from a very short appearance from April Flowers there is nothing worth watching here. Wynorski...get a job.

Okay, there are these cheerleaders, and they spend most of their time naked. Unbeknownst to these nubile young nymphs, a mad killer is on the loose.

The girls trek to a remote, abandoned house in the woods after their van breaks down. It soon becomes warm inside. Far too warm for clothes.

As you might have guessed by now, this is a Jim Wynorski film, so mega-nudity is a prerequisite. As in real life, the cheerleaders are all insanely beautiful. There are a few male characters floating around too, but who cares? They're either comic relief or nameless psycho fodder.

CHEERLEADER MASSACRE is aimed strictly at the avid admirer of the female anatomy. Yes, there's bloody violence as well. This is a magnificent hunk of ridiculous cheeeze!

SPECIAL MENTION FOR: The howling wind sound effects, while not a leaf or twig is moving on the trees outside! Priceless!

Watch for Brinke Stevens reprising her earlier role from SLUMBER PARTY MASSACRE...