So, why did I enjoy Sorority Row (well, as much as a person can enjoy a movie called Sorotiy Row)? Honestly, I’m not sure. All the basic teen-slasher clichés are there. The predictability. The silly killings. The false reality (I mean seriously, where the hell do these girls go to school? I’ve frequented many a college party and have never come close to what these chicks have going on.)
Maybe it’s because I see promise in the lead, played by Briana Evigan (the one with a conscience). Maybe it’s because one of the lame dudes playing a typical frat boy actually made me, purposefully, laugh at out loud (“We’ll talk later”). Maybe it’s because the in-focus/out-of-focus cinematography felt fresh. Maybe it’s because the film didn’t tastelessly illustrate young women’s bodies as much as I thought it would.
I don’t know. Can’t explain it. But this seemingly throwaway slasher about a slew of sorority sisters who accidentally kill one of their own, unwisely try to cover it up, then find it biting them in ass several months later (yes, it’s I Know What You Did Last Summer with a bitchy cast), really isn’t that bad.
Or maybe, after seeing Whiteout, Halloween 2, and The Final Destination, dogshit would look like filet mignon. C+