Sleepaway Camp
1983 / d. Robert Hiltzik
A slow paced and deceivingly normal film, this is the flick that kickstarted the second most popular camp-slasher series. Despite some creative kill scenes (including death by bee stings, and a repulsive moment involving a heated hair curler) it’s not enough to save you from glancing down at your watch on more than one occassion. That is, until the goddam plot-twist ending hits so hard, it actually salvages the entire movie. A ballsy movie, for sure.
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