'Slumber Party Massacre': Gory, Fun, and Feminist Slasher Remake
Slumber Party Massacre is a gory film with just enough commentary on sexist excuses, the validity of women's voices, and the inherent feminism of the slasher.

A boy is cooking, a girl is waiting. Breakfast is soon served. Then a stranger enters the bedroom where the girl is lying and the nightmare begins. A short film about love and dependence, about relationships and the urge to break out. Experimental, atmospheric and drenched in neon red.
Slumber Party Massacre is a gory film with just enough commentary on sexist excuses, the validity of women's voices, and the inherent feminism of the slasher.
Our protagonists perform as the opposite gender while still preserving the parts of their personalities that makes themselves who they are.
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