I watched this with a group of friends a few weeks ago slightly drunk and extremely high, which i imagine is what the filmmakers intended. The guy in the thumbnail is literally me watching this movie.
I barely remember any of it, but I remember the feeling that it was cool as hell and totally righteous. A most excellent and gnarly celebration of 80s Slasher bullshit, with the best possible Slasher, a hot babe in a scary mask. She can rip my guts out with a motorboat fan anytime, just as long as i get to motorboat those TITTYBOOBZ first. HOO-AHH!
My only criticism of this flick is the celebrity cameos. Andrew WK had to be in a movie with party in the title, and that's one thing. But when Patton Oswalt shows up it kinda ruins the illusion of this being an 80s film. Why am I giving Andrew WK a pass? I don't know, maybe it's just Patton Oswalt I don't like. Something about that guy just sucks. Possibly everything.
I should meditate on this, but right now my mind can only conjure images of the killer's lovely breasts and alluring body, and I'm okay with that. I don't even care that she's scary. Nightmares are the best part of my day.