Dir. Mark Rosman
After a foolish prank backfires, a group of sorority sisters are stalked and murdered one by one as they attempt to dispose of a body while hosting a graduation party. Talk about an inconvenience!
In true slasher style, we open with a prologue set in the not too distant past - to intrigue and set the scene for the bloodbath to come – in which a woman in labour experiences a traumatic birth in a large house during a crashing thunderstorm. Cut to years later, the house is now home to a sorority and the woman is revealed to be the house mother, Mrs Slater (Lois Kelso Hunt) – a formidable, cane-wielding dame who is overly keen for the graduating girls to vacate the premises. The young women have no such intentions though – they want to have a party to celebrate and they decide to play a prank on Mrs Slater. She ends up dead and the friends are left with her body to dispose of. It seems someone knows their secret though and begins to pick them off, one by one...
The House on Sorority Row sets itself apart from many other slashers with its use of the central dark secret bonding the girls together. Like the characters in I Know What You Did Last Summer years later, this group of unfortunate friends have fucked up royally. Afraid to go to the police after their prank on Mrs Slater goes terribly wrong, they’re left guilt stricken, paranoid and lumbered with a body they’re desperately trying to dispose of. The group begins to disintegrate and spilt – and before long they’re at each other’s throats as bickering and panic sets in. Add to this the fact that somehow, someone knows the girls’ secret and seems intent on dishing out their own brand of bloody revenge. Et voila! You have a taut, atmospheric and suspenseful slasher flick. Of course, it being an old fashioned slasher that sticks quite closely to the now infamous conventions of the sub-genre, ain’t no bad thing. In fact, I think it’s fair to say that’s pretty much why these bloody flicks have remained so popular with horror fans since their hey-day in the Eighties. There’s a certain comfort to be garnered from the familiar.
The House on Sorority Row also takes time to get to the blood (and even when we do, its all fairly restrained stuff), opting to build slow-burning tension and build up an atmosphere of mystery and queasy dread. The various discussions between Mrs Slater and her doctor also fuel the mystery, especially all his talk of ‘psychotic breaks’ and ‘latent violence.’ There are a few red herrings sprinkled throughout the mayhem – not least Mrs Slater’s mildly menacing physician who knows more than he is letting on about the house mother’s past. The script is careful to keep us guessing, and when the revelation comes, it is suitably twisted. As well as building tension around the plight of the young women as they try to dispose of the body, we’re also thrown intriguing titbits such as the discovery of a secret bedroom in the attic; cluttered with vintage toys and creepy jack-in-the-box music boxes, its obvious something sinister happened here; or lurks here. A threat emanating from the attic of a sorority house also permeated Black Christmas.
A number of striking images sear out from the screen – notably the moment when Katherine (Kathryn McNeil) discovers the severed head of her friend in a toilet, the moodily lit-from-below pool full of floating bodies and the hallucinations a drugged Katherine has of her dead friends entering the house after the party… The killer is kept mainly off-screen, save for a few brief glimpses – a spooky one in silhouette, and a brief one over a banister looking down on him revealing his deformed face. When he emerges at the end (in a genuinely chilling moment), he’s decked out in full harlequin gear and looks appropriately deranged.
While characterisation of the group of friends is limited to various 'types', the cast bond together to make the group dynamics believable. As tension mounts within the group, friendships are tested and pushed to the limit, lines are drawn, hearts are broken and blood is spilled. The cast work hard to convey the burden of guilt and dark secrets. While some of the characters fall prey to freaking out and tripping over their own feet in empty hallways, others, particularly 'final girl' Katherine, try to remain level-headed, resourceful and thoughtful. The House on Sorority Row breezes along at a fairly brisk pace. It is elegantly lensed and the lush orchestral score courtesy of Richard Band moves gracefully between nostalgic longing and eerie menace and suspense with twisted ease.
Seven young women, a guilty secret, a big sorority house and a psychotic killer wielding sharp things. The House on Sorority Row possesses enough neat twists, tension and chills to ensure it won’t disappoint fans of slasher films, and it emerges as one of the better slasher films from the early 80s. Delta! Lambda! Death!