PSYCHO SLEEPOVER

The distinctive sound of a muffled1980’s synthesized jingle playing as the Manhattan skyline proudly stands under a reddened sky, it can only mean one thing – it’s Troma–o-clock!

It’s 1985 in the suburban town of Murderton and 15 year old Debbie is being put under pressure by her boyfriend to "move their relationship forward". It seems he is a "little miffed he isn’t getting a little muff". Eskimo kissing is not the same as receiving blow job after all and his sexual frustration soon leads him to donning clown regalia and chasing after Debbie with an axe! But Debbie foils her perturbed attacker and turns the tables, and indeed the weapon, on the horny teenager…

A year later and Debbie (incredulously not incarcerated despite it being common knowledge she murdered her boyfriend) has resorted to being a recluse. But out of the blue an invite arrives to a sleepover with three popular girls at her school.

This unexpected invitation coincides with Debbie’s mum enlisting a psychiatrist for the criminally insane to help her daughter. However, it seems Debbie is somewhat of a magnet to horned up reprobates, as the shrink blatantly comes on to her. With his business card safely nuzzled within the elastic of her panties, Debbie attends the sleepover which she soon learns is basically a front by the co-eds to try and find her a new lover.

One of the girls calls the Dr who then stupidly announces the address of the sleepover to his insane inmates. Oh yeah… then he forgets to shut the door behind him.

In a real ‘twist’, the inmates then arrive at the house instead of the lusty quack and mayhem naturally ensues…

As I am sure you can ascertain from the synopsis PSYCHO SLEEPOVER, is a senseless, low budget romp that is unashamedly in awe of axe wielding slashers from the mid-eighties. So much so in fact that at the movies midpoint, the "ch-ch-ch-ch-ch" aural menace that accompanies Jason Voorhee’s presence is imitated - but it’s more of a "da-da-da-da-da". You know what I mean though, right?

It is intensely stupid, but there is at least an abundance of fake red stuff spurting and splashing across the full screen 1:33:1 ratio picture. Along with blades squirting pretend blood, rubber hearts are removed from chests (albeit masked by the cotton of t-shirts!), plastic skeletons thrown about and synthetic penises expunged from their horny owners. It’s ridiculous in the extreme but relentlessly gory. There have been other movies like this that descend into tedium due to the paltry blood content. That accusation certainly cannot be levelled at PS!

So what of the humour? Well, if jokes about ‘masturbating’ are your thing, you will be in your element with Adam Deyoe’s movie! In fairness it did entice a fair few laughs from me with its mix of slapstick and black humour. I mean who can resist such crass dialogue like:

"You gonna suck my cock?"

"No!"

"Well then fuck off I’m eating..!"

Classy in a Derek and Clive sort of way I am sure you will agree!

There are some decent Extras on the disc including a commentary track. As you can imagine, this also has obvious comedic leanings such as when introducing the actress who plays Debbie, rather cheekily declares "This is Rachel Castillo. You may remember her from restaurants!" Ouch! They do a great job of pointing out nearly every continuity error in the movie, but most tellingly reveal the budget was a mere $2000. A fun listen if you have nothing else to do after a few beers!

Deleted scenes, Outtakes, Behind the scenes skits and a photo gallery completes the additional material.

If you like blood drenched adolescent farce at a nauseatingly expeditious pace you won’t be disappointed with this frenzied picture.

Oh yeah! I forgot to mention there are a few boobies in it as well!!!

Review by Marc Lissenburg