“Eat shit and die, Ricky!” “Eat shit and live, Bill.”
It’s pretty remarkable that in the three short years since the opening salvo of the Friday the 13th series was released, the American “kids at summer camp” sub-genre of the slasher film managed to be so wink-wink nudge-nudge as is Sleepaway Camp. The kills are played for laughs more than genuine suspense; witness the kids’ banter which is more Meatballs than anything else. The psychosexual motivation behind the killer is a nice nod to giallo thrillers such as Argento’s Deep Red, which would be heavy-handed in this film if it weren’t so cheekily applied. The scariest thing about this film, really, is the short shorts on display. Thank heavens I was just barely out of diapers while that fashion trend stalked the earth. I do believe there’s only one (!) fake-out scare in the entire thing, which has got to be worth a few extra points.
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