Sorority Row (2009)

Sorority Row is the kind of glossy, mean-spirited slasher that knows exactly what it is: a wicked little party movie with a sharp blade and a sharper sense of humor. It wraps its mystery around a sorority-gone-sour vibe—pretty people, polished surfaces, and the creeping suspicion that someone in the room is enjoying the chaos—then punctuates it with genuinely punchy shocks and some creatively nasty set pieces. Stewart Hendler keeps the pace brisk and the tone deliciously camp, helped along by Carrie Fisher’s scene-stealing housemother energy that gives the whole thing a knowing wink without deflating the tension. If you’re allergic to blood, bawdy college debauchery, or slasher cynicism, it’s not going to convert you—but if you want a slick, trashy-good time that delivers on its promises, this is a very fun night at the movies.

Sorority Row wants to be a glossy, mean-girls-meets-slasher whodunit with a steady drip of bodies and a side of catty humor. The problem is it plays like a checklist of genre beats—secrets, texts, masked killer—without much real suspense, and the tone keeps wobbling between snarky and nasty in a way that can feel cheap rather than fun. If you’re hoping for clever mystery plotting or a fresh twist on the slasher formula, this will likely feel tedious and oddly flat despite the high body count. Still, if you just want a trashy, party-soaked gore ride with a few memorable kill setups and don’t mind thin characters, it can scratch that late-night cable itch.