BLOOD SISTERS
What's with the rocking-horse on the cover?

  Not a lot I can say about this one here; I take notes for my reviews when I'm at home watching these movies, and I only wrote six lines about this one.

13 years ago a young boy, chased off by a girl's suggestion that since he has no father he's a pervert (anyone else fail to see the logic here?), finds refuge in the local whorehouse, where one hooker and her john are promptly dispatched with a shotgun.  Fast-forward to the present day, and said whorehouse ("The house.  Not a home.  This is truly a house."), now abandoned, is about to be stayed in overnight by local sorority pledges.

Even though it's made clear from early on that this place is haunted (the frat boys setting the place up with "spooky" things notice unexplained noises, and later the girls see these long-gone prostitutes), no element is danger is introduced until we're about an hour in.  And even then, that danger is courtesy of a slasher; the whole ghost angle turns out to be a...uh...red herring?  Shaggy dog?  What the hell animal metaphor am I looking for?  Maybe I'll just make one up.  It's a grumpy turtle.

Oh, the cast is attractive enough, and they spend much of the film naked, so I've no complaints in that regard.  But everything's so routine.  Everything about one of the pledges - from the nature of her character to how she eventually makes her exit - can be easily extrapolated from the fact that she's the only one wearing glasses, if that tells you anything.

Just routine and lame; I guess I felt some relief that the conclusion didn't give us the same twist that another hazing-horror flick movie, The Campus Corpse, gave us.  But it's still not worth watching.

Written and directed by Roberta Findley, who gave us the excruciatingly awful Lurkers.  Don't confuse it with DePalma's Sisters.

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