And here we are, lucky thirteen (I sort of fizzled out at the end, sorry about that), rounding out yet another year (sixteen! wow!) of watching lots of scary movies in October. To close out the month, we end with the wonder that is 1988's Cheerleader Camp. Found, in its entirety, on YouTube. Is it good? Oh, hell no. But is it glorious? A resounding YES.
Alison seems to have it all: head cheerleader, pretty, popular, with a studly boyfriend. But at Camp Hurrah - the titular cheerleading camp, with teams from all over (all over where? are they college teams? it's vague at best, like much of this movie) - Brent the boyfriend (played by former teen heartthrob Leif Garrett, already way past his prime in 1988) is cheating with other girls, and many of the girls - including some on her own squad - are out to defeat her for title of Queen of the Cheerleaders. Or whatever. Only Alison's squad's mascot, Cory, is friendly and supportive, even as Alison is wracked by anxiety, paranoia and scary nightmares.
Then the killings start. First a non-teammate rival is found on her bed, wrists slashed. Everyone thinks she did it herself until the other bodies start piling up, including teammate Pam, the camp director, the weird handyman, etc. etc. I would like to state for the record that after the first body is found, my notes read: I think Alison is killing her competition in a fugue state ... or maybe Single White Female Cory is killing them for her.
I can see where they tried for a plot with this flick but it really didn't quite get there. The paperthin characterizations and really, really bad acting doesn't help. But there's classic tempera paint blood, a few nekkid boobies and big 80s hair, so what's not to like?
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