Another lucid fever-dream of an entry in this downright odious but weirdly fascinating series. In some ways it’s the same formula as the first, however this time the Driller Killer is the ghost of an 1950s rock star… which brings about all sorts of surreal, serio-comic moments (including a musical number) that make the whole thing feel like it was made for an audience of no one. Just as strangely as the first, this one was written and directed by a woman (Deborah Brock, pulling double duty here), which makes the movie’s copious volumes of female flesh stand out all the more. There’s just nothing like the “Slumber Party Massacre” movies, and they’re all begging for the Rifftrax or MST3K treatment.
Rating: ★★★ (out of 5)