I bet a lot of people in the nineties grabbed this movie thinking it was "Die Hard." But then they realized their mistake, probably because of the image on the cover. It’s one of those films I stumbled upon late at night while growing up, thanks to being left unsupervised as a kid. You already have an idea about what *Slumber Party Massacre* is: a movie that features a group of women filmed in revealing situations, often wearing lingerie meant for private moments. The filmmakers then construct a flimsy storyline around this and have the women scream and dash around, which I suspect influenced shows like *Baywatch*. Honestly, why bother reading this review? You knew exactly what you were getting into when you rented it.

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