'Cheerleader Camp' (1988) - John Quinn.

With 1988 perhaps not the most vintage year for the increasingly repetitive slasher cycle and the quite deliberately camp 'Cheerleader Camp' might not have been the one to galvanize the slasher-weary cinema going/VHS-renting public's need for the nubile bleed, but as a last hoorah, 'Camp Hurrah' proved to be an entertainingly Hooter-laden locale for perky Playmate of the year Rebecca Ferratti (Theresa), Lucinda 'Ninja III' Dickey (Cory), Betsy 'Tomboy' Russell (Alison) and her no less bodacious-looking B-movie blood bunnies to expire exquisitely, if not explicitly in Director John Quinn's goofy 'Cheerleader Camp'.

Any foofy-headed 80s slasher with George 'Buck' Flowers and luscious, body-poppin' Lucinda Dickey can more than compensate for the irksome presence of uber-blonde doofus Lief Garrett! A bawdy, backwoods cheerleader camp with heroically hard-bodied hotties, a camera-wielding ‘stereotypical funny fat guy’ and a plainly sardonic, voyeuristic killer, the not-too sinister stage is comedically set for some semi-hellacious, blissfully bootylicious backwoods buffoonery!

With 'bad dreams' being the hip horror motif du jour, poor pill-popping Alison's pretty brunette head is one mixed-up Cuisinart of feral Freudian funkiness and as the blood-varnished aerobicized babes pile up around her like slinky kindling her ferociously fluffy mind unspools frantically like kitten string. Who among them could murderously perpetrate such nefarious plasma spillage? Was it 'Pop' (George Flower) the permanently pizzled, girly-peeping handsy-man? Could it really be hyper-Milf, Stepford Wife camp leader (Vickie Benson) Miss Tipton? or might the killer in actuality be the increasingly neurotic, downer-downing hot-to-trot No. 1 Cheerleader contender angsty Alison Wentworth?

While the soundtrack plays more like self-parody than legit spooky, which creates an odd, frequently distracting vibe, the ribald humour isn't ribald enough and the kills are largely aftermath which finally renders John Quins's teen screamer more teen than sanguinary scream. ‘This foofy-headed slasher is sure to put honey on your muffin!’

'Cheerleader Camp' is crass infantile trash, but, then again, so am I, so it's preaching to the perverted, baby!!!!!

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