By Brian Orndorf
While an update of the 1983 chiller â€œThe House on Sorority Row,â€ the shortened â€œSorority Rowâ€ brings its own special facepalm inanity to the party. Reducing slasher ingredients to their most flavorless appearance, â€œRowâ€ is a total wash-out, a contemptible pile of malarkey that takes modern horror to new lows of boredom and sluggishness, not to mention unfettered annoyance. Imagine being trapped inside a pungent shoebox with the over-caffeinated morning shift of Forever 21 while an inept epileptic captures the small talk with a camera he lost the instruction manual for. Thatâ€™s â€œSorority Row,â€ and itâ€™s one repellent motion picture.
Entering their senior year, the girls of the Theta Pi sorority are ready to party and bond, with alpha dog Jessica (Leah Pipes), moral Cassidy (Briana Evigan), boozy town bicycle Chugs (Margo Harshman), flirt Claire (Jamie Chung), and nerd Ellie (Rumer Willis) ready to inaugurate the best year of their lives. Looking to exact revenge against a lowly cheater, the sisterhood of the unbuttoned pants elects to play a prank on the hapless horndog, using house idiot Megan (a well-cast Audrina Patridge) as bait. When Megan ends up murdered by the panicky frat guy, the Thetas decide to dump the body, lest it get in the way of their sparkling futures. Eight months later, mysterious text messages inform the group that their murder wasnâ€™t as secret as they thought. With a hooded killer running around town using a â€œpimped-outâ€ tire iron as a weapon, the Thetas are targeted for annihilation, scrambling to survive their final night at the University of NoMeansMaybe.
Not that the 1983 picture was any tremendous work of art, but it allowed itself some creepy atmosphere, working against its low budget to drum up a few scares and good-natured tension. Also, the film was about women, matured college ladies with some sense about them (as much as 80â€™s slasher rules would allow), who committed a terrible act and are quickly forced to wiggle their way out of certain doom. â€œSorority Rowâ€ is about girls, insufferable creatures scripted as heavily made-up numskulls who fail to grasp the severity of their actions no matter whatâ€™s directly in front of their eyes. These are the heroes according to the film, but I never understood how the production could honestly think anyone might wish these young harpies a happy night of survival.
Perhaps hero is the wrong word to describe the ladies, since the screenplay doesnâ€™t exactly contain a moral center to gauge sides. â€œSorority Rowâ€ is slasher ground chuck, crudely shaped into a routine multiplex distraction by Stewart Hendler, a director who demonstrates throughout the film that he should think about an alternate career path. Arming himself with every possible horror film camerawork clichÃ©, Hendler is all style and no substance; heâ€™s a filmmaker more concerned with visual clutter than pulling together a satisfying horror experience with just a hint of gravity to it. Hendlerâ€™s diet soda method of madness is instantly numbing, glumly working through the kills, spending more time on lighting and angles than urgency, which flattens every single death.
Even as a disposable horror film, â€œRowâ€ is exasperatingly imbecilic, due greatly to Hendlerâ€™s permissive attitude, allowing his cast to play to the rafters with their Crayola character personalities, making group scenes an unbearable battle royal of amateurs. I suppose building an ensemble from â€œStep Up 2 the Streets,â€ â€œPrincess Protection Program,â€ â€œThe Hills,â€ and â€œThe House Bunnyâ€ isnâ€™t exactly polishing Oscar gold, but lordy, when these young, fiercely untalented ladies get rolling with the screeching, tears (Willis spends half the film whimpering), irony, and indication, one hopes the hooded lunatic will target the projectionist next, just to make it stop. Pretty things, indeed, but vacuous mannequins to the bitter end.
Since thereâ€™s nothing even remotely approaching terror in â€œSorority Row,â€ the film swerves over to camp to save the day. Becoming a blood-spurting comedy is the absolute worst idea Hendler commits to, making a dreadful film straight-up unendurable. Again, the dead-eyed cast doesnâ€™t possess the chops to pull off macabre giggles, and as the excruciating running time (100 brutal minutes) ticks by, the pain of watching this dreck only grows more insistent. â€œSorority Rowâ€ is one of the worst movies of the year, and even the hollow standards of horror canâ€™t hide the idiotic execution of this garbage. A film as irritating as it is moronic, â€œSorority Rowâ€ wonâ€™t have you rooting for the (apparently flame retardant) girls or the pulled-out-from-the-screenwriterâ€™s-behind killer, only that the promise made at the end of the movie for a sequel is never kept.
Extras : Featurettes, Outtakes, and Deleted Scenes. I’m giddy with excitement!
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Against the Current - the band, not adventures in dangerous swimming 101
Zedd - If our love is tragedy, why are you my remedy? (Well, answer my question!)
Arrow (Okay, Felicity from Arrow!)
Chrissy Costanza (cat eyes and buttery lyrics!)
Girls (TV) (Okay, Allison Williams!)
Movies - especially when they play in the dark.
Twin Peaks (TV)
Friends (TV) (It had me at "No way are you cool enough to pull Clint"; damn straight, Chandler!)
Traveling - preferably where water is, so I can splash someone!
Star Wars trilogy - no, the other one, fella!
Alex G - far more talented than her younger brother Alex H
Cameron Crowe movies - Say Anything..., Jerry Maguire, Almost Famous
The sign 'Free Wi-Fi'.
Reenacting dance/song scenes from "Grease" with my little girl (hey! Wait till you see my 'Summer Lovin'! - don't judge)
Die Hard - 40 stories of Sheer Adventure!
Alex Goot & Friends (his enemies aren't half as talented!)
Cooking up a nice dish and sitting in the entertainment area, on a cool night, basking in it's greatness.
Inflatable kids pools full of Vodka Lime Crush.
Acidic Email from angry, over passionate teenagers after I trash something "Twilight"-related on the site. Sparkle elsewhere.
My baby girl's big, caring heart.