It's been a while since I visited TSPM. I remember being somewhat underwhelmed the first time I watched it. Being a horror nut, I enjoyed it, but it sure was no Halloween! The feminist angle was above my head, too. I was a kid wit h a Betamax machine, looking for blood and guts and girls. That's all. Now, as an adult, I can look at these movies with a more experienced eye. As a result, I had a lot more fun, mainly with the first and original Slumber Party Massacre.
|I feel dirty|
The obvious satire is present throughout: girls taking the male dominated roles of athlete, the boys who act more like prissy girls, the handy-lady who does all the manly repairs. But, I wanna get back to that shower scene and take a closer look. (Yeah, no kidding?) Watching it after twenty years, I had the same thought -- wow! But then, the longer the camera lingered, I began to wonder Just how is this feminism? And where can I see more feminist horror! And then there comes that loooong, lingering pan up the backside of one of the female athletes. And that's when I got it! The director Amy Jones is delivering just what the horndog doctor ordered, a full dose of female skin... and then some. The camera lingers so long on the pretty derriere that it becomes obvious that I'm staring. It's not a comfort issue, but I certainly felt a little lecherous, and I think that's what Jones was going for. It's as if she's demonstrating how silly it is to be wrapped up in the vision of all these naughty bits. It's a nice little tongue in cheek moment.
|Okay, where's the bologna?|
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