Slumber Party Massacre III 1990

Now here's a movie you don't see mentioned much. It's always about the first two movies and never this one, so why is that? Probably because it was made in the 90s. Yeah, 1990 is still pretty close to the 80s, but at the tail end when things started to lose their charm a bit.

SPM3 is kinda dull, isn't it? It's not nearly as fun as the first two, opting for a slightly more serious tone like the first one, only that one was still much better than this. Don't get me wrong, though. I do enjoy this movie, but it really doesn't have anything great going for it.

Who is the driller killer this time around? It isn't immediately obvious at the start like it is with the others. We're given a few weirdo creeps who may be the perp. One is a voyeur on the beach, and the other is some nerdy adult named Morgan who is overwhelmingly awkward. First, he breaks into the girl's house under the pretense of being on the market for a new home, but then he lingers. And then he lingers some more. I want to kick this guy's ass for being so lame and dry. But is he the killer? Hmm...

What follows is a strong rehash of the first movie. Girls have a slumber party, some dude bros try to crash it, the pizza guy^girl gets it, and then the real killer reveals himself. But before that, our protagonists act like sluts for a while. One of the hotties goes topless and it's rather jarring, because she has pepperoni nipples. I find that to be one of the most memorable aspects of this movie.

So spoilers for anybody who's 30+ years late to this party, but our killer is the seemingly regular guy with daddy issues (I think?). He's also got trouble getting it up, which is why he needs to get revenge on these stupid sluts for (not) turning him on. After breaking all kinds of household objects on his head throughout the film, the girls blind this dude with bleach and yet he still manages to kill a few more of these inept broads until one of them gets the upper hand and murders the shit out of him with his metaphorical penis: another big-ass drill.

It takes a while for the cops to show up because the asshole at the desk immediately assumes every call to the station is a joke and can't be bothered with. It's an easy way to keep everyone isolated, and this whole movie seems pretty void of life. It basically killed the series, until Jim Wynorski quasi-revived it under the new moniker Cheerleader Massacre. Now that's a good movie! I mean, it's pretty shitty, but he makes up for that by including dumber & sluttier chicks. Then the sequel to that one has robots.

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