Synopsis
You know the drill.
Trish invites her high school basketball teammates over for a night they'll never forget -- or survive -- when an unexpected guest crashes the party: an escaped psychopath with a portable power drill.
Trish invites her high school basketball teammates over for a night they'll never forget -- or survive -- when an unexpected guest crashes the party: an escaped psychopath with a portable power drill.
Masacre en la fiesta, Fête sanglante, Slumber Party, The Slumber Party Murders, Кровавая вечеринка, Резня на девичнике, Massacre na Festa do Pijama, Slumber Party - O Massacre, Don't Open the Door, The Overnight Massacre, Slumber Party Massacre, Slumberparty Massacre, 电钻狂魔, Fête Sanglante, O Massacre, Pizsama party gyilkosság, 슬럼버 파티 학살, Pijama Partisi Katliamı, 睡衣晚会大屠杀, Mord podczas nudnego przyjęcia, Tiệc Ăn Chơi Đẫm Máu 1, スランバー・パーティー大虐殺
That drill seems to mean something. Like it's a drill, but it also might be something else. I can't quite explain. It's almost like it's a symbol, meant to imply some other object or idea that for some reason we can't see on-screen. I don't know, I could be imagining things. Maybe sometimes a drill is just a drill.
hearing the director talk about how she passed up editing E.T. to make this project instead and how she still fucking loves it… maybe the most badass q&a i’ve ever SEEN
Part of Hoop-Tober
“That’s odd. None of the fuses are blown, but some of them are missing.”
In her seminal 1975 essay, “Visual Pleasure and Narrative Cinema,” feminist film theorist Laura Mulvey wrote at length and persuasively about the pervasive male gaze in movies. Positing a psychoanalytic approach to film interpretation heavily indebted to Freud, Mulvey spoke of the patriarchal system in which classical Hollywood cinema had developed and the way in which that system interacted with male and female characters. Male protagonists and women to be looked at with both lust and fear (their lack of certain key organs symbolic of castration). A phallocentric approach, with men associated with activity and women associated with passivity. It is truly a…
female written and directed horrors are absolutely beautiful but frankly this was not gay enough in my opinion
the girls at this slumber party: let’s try not to get murdered
me last weekend at my last slumber party after one shot of grey goose: i just don’t know what i’m doing with my life 😔 now let’s yell about the state of american politics for a while
The Slumber Party Massacre is, at least to me, one of the best 80’s slasher jams—clever as fuck and FILLED with tongue firmly planted in cheek intentional humor (if you don’t see that or are unable to comprehend that than you’re an idiot—sorry), great kills, and a creepy bird-like killer who needs no mask while stalking with his penis power drill.
When I first started branching out from the super well known slasher films of the era that’s where I discovered movies like My Bloody Valentine, The Prowler, The Burning, and The Slumber Party Massacre. I love this flick and it’s absolutely one of my top ten favorite slasher and one of the best movies with "massacre" in the title. I adore the sequel as well, but there’s just something about this movie that I can’t get enough of.
Slasher royalty in my eyes.
oh, so this movie is "feminist"? then why did my "boyfriend" have to tell me it's an "auger" and not a "drill"?