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xoxostephanie11 · 8 months

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#Cassidy Tappan #Ellie Morris #Claire Wen #Jessica Pierson #Charlene “Chugs” Bradley #Briana Evigan #Leah Pipes #Rumer Willis #Jamie Chung #Margo Harshman #Sorority Row #Movie #Horror #Slasher #Horror Movie #Slasher Movie

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sororityrows-blog · 4 months

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Sorority Row (2009)

Jessica tried to save Megan, and she's prank.

Chugs called them..."This is so hot." and Cassidy tell her name "Chugs!".

Megan tried to kiss Jessica. She's refused. [Megan's quote... No tongue.]

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deputy-ajay-ghale · 1 year

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Has it occurred to anyone else how implied sexually violent Andy’s kills are?

Chugs: had a bottle shoved down her throat while also having it slashed

Claire: gets a flare gun shot off in her mouth

Jessica: stabbed through her mouth

Makes me wonder if he’s a little unhappy that Cassidy may not be giving him any sloppy toppy.

#sorority row #chugs bradley #Claire wen #Cassidy tappan #Jessica Pierson #Andy Richards #original post

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savagebynaturecustoms · 3 months

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mspirations · 3 years

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#sorority row #sorority row fashion #Briana Evigan #Briana Evigan fashion #Cassidy Tappan #Cassidy Tappan fashion

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johnnymundano · 5 years

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Sorority Row (2009)

Directed by Stewart Hendler

Written by Josh Stolberg and Pete Goldfinger

Based on The House on Sorority Row by Mark Rosman

Music by Lucian Piane

Country: United States

Language: English

Running Time: 101 minutes

CAST

Briana Evigan as Cassidy Tappan

Leah Pipes as Jessica Pierson

Rumer Willis as Ellie Morris

Jamie Chung as Claire Wen

Margo Harshman as Charlene "Chugs" Bradley

Julian Morris as Andy Richards

Audrina Patridge as Megan Blaire

Caroline D'Amore as Maggie Blaire

Carrie Fisher as Mrs. Crenshaw

Matt O'Leary as Garrett Bradley

Matt Lanter as Kyle Tyson

Maxx Hennard as Mickey

Rick Applegate as Senator Tyson

Ken Bolden as Dr. Rosenburg

Nicole Moore as Joanna

Deja Kreutzberg as Riley

Natalia Dove as Bucky

Debra Gordon as Mrs. Tappan

Sorority Row is a decently entertaining 2009 re-imagining of the 1983 non-classic slasher flick The House on Sorority Row. My suspicion is there must have been some kind of creative drought in Hollywood prior to 2009, as that year also saw the re-imagining of the 1981 non-classic slasher flick My Bloody Valentine, with both following hot on the heels of the 2008 re-imagining of the 1980 non-classic slasher flick Prom Night. Maybe it was just a knock-on effect of the 2007 writers’ strike over digital content compensation; a dearth of original scripts leading to money and talent being chucked at cobwebby, low risk properties. I don’t know, maybe it just affected TV, but it’s always fun to remind people that strikes can work, and you don’t just have to put up with shit. Whatever, in Sorority Row we have an old-school slasher movie reunion.

Sorority Row is fine as a glossy polish job on an old-school slasher flick, maybe a little better than fine, since it is well acted by a capable cast and has some vivid kills. I don’t really set the bar too high for slasher flicks and Sorority Row clears it easily; I laughed, I winced, I rolled my eyes, I did all three at once and scared the cat; job done. Not being American though, Sorority Row works as both an old-school slasher flick and an alternate reality movie. For overseas viewers Sorority Row is set in a strangely clean world where everyone is rich and their children are all gorgeous sociopaths. Someone like Paul Verhoeven could push this stuff into a dark satire, no problem. But, alas, Paul Verhoeven never graced a slasher flick with his presence, so here we get Stewart Hendler. Mr Hendler's main interest in Sorority Row is not social commentary but having his camera sway boozily about like a creepy middle aged guy leering his way through sexy teen parties of unbridled animalistic hedonism. These (very long) party scenes of boorish keg chugging and hot tub rutting to the blaring beat of unmemorable toons, are not really my idea of a good time, basically, but the horrible inhabitants of Sorority Row sure like ‘em.

In fact so much into partying are the girls of the Theta Pi sorority that I’m not sure what any of them are studying; maybe Advanced Bitchery and Post-Modern Vajazzling? Anyway, whatever they were studying (Applied Self-Involvement?) tonight’s the night our eye-catching yet soulless ghouls graduate so it’s pa-art-ay tah-haym! Woop! Woop! That’s the sound of your self-respect throwing up in a rosebush. But (dun-dun-DUNNNN!) tonight might also be the last night of their lives. No, not because they might choke on their own vomit or fall coked-up-face-first through a glass table, but because a maniac wants them dead! Actually I imagine a lot of people want this bunch of plasticised horrors dead, but someone is actually acting on this desire, with a “pimped up” tire iron no less. Can they find out who, before the next class reunion has to be held in an urn?

Sorority Row is an old-school slasher movie so, no, no, they can’t. What happens, because it is an old-school slasher movie, is most of the high maintenance cast run about purposelessly, squabbling and doing stupid things until they die in inventive ways and the killer basically just reveals themselves because, well, it’s that time in the old-school slasher movie when the killer reveals themselves. Good luck to anyone who still thinks there are going to be fogeyish things like “clues”. It is possible to guess the killer in an old-school slasher flick because it’s usually the person the movie can’t stop telling you it isn’t. Even so, it’s still only a guess. When it comes to old-school slasher movies even Sherlock Holmes might as well just fire a harpoon gun at a list of character names.

Luckily, although the who is in doubt, they don’t have to find out why they are being killed since that’s obvious even to this bunch of ambulatory moral vacuums. Sorority Row is a retread of an old-school slasher movie so obviously it all starts with a prank. In the normal world a prank is writing “wanker” on someone’s forehead while they are asleep, or putting cellophane over the hole in the toilet seat. In the old-school slasher movie universe a prank involves giving your mate roofies and having her boyfriend snog her until she brings up fake puke and pretends to pass out. Then you bundle her, your mates and the scared boyfriend into your car that cost more than my house, and drive off pretending to look for a hospital, but instead going to a disused mine out of range of a mobile signal, where you declare your friend dead. This isn’t convoluted or hilariously prank-tastic enough for the unlovely ladies of Theta Pi, so they push it a bit further and it all goes horribly, fatally wrong. When the dust settles the girls are bound by a terrible secret and estranged from one of their number, who is slightly less awful than the others (you are supposed to root for this one). Now the past has come back to kill them and it’s only a matter of time before someone gets a flare gun in the face.

I’m guessing the characters (except Carrie Fisher’s pretty great, pretty funny, House Mother) are so godawful only so that we can get off on their sadistic deaths. This strikes me as being less than healthy. But then the Surgeon General has yet to endorse any old-school slasher flick for its beneficial medicinal properties. Let’s just call it cathartic, that usually works. As nasty as Sorority Row is, luckily for it there is a strong undercurrent of humour; so we can pretend it’s all just good clean fun. And so like many old-school slasher flicks it is indeed nasty unclean fun; it’s just not very scary. In fact the scariest part is provided by Rumer Willis, who is in it as the mousy one, but it doesn’t occur in the movie; when you look at Sorority Row’s “trivia” section on the streaming service, it tells you Rumer had a poster of her future father-in-law, Ashton Kutcher, on her wall before he married her mum. Ugh! You don’t have to have been to college to think even Freud might throw up at that.