Blood Sisters





I got Blood Sisters (1987) from Netflix, and it just happens to be another of Media Blasters’ DVDs of old cult films with commentary by Joe Bob Briggs, like Samurai Cop. The movie itself is a rather lame horror item directed by sleaze pioneer Roberta Findlay late in her career, so I decided to give the movie itself a miss and just listen to Briggs’ commentary.

The “blood sisters” of the title are seven newly initiated members of a sorority and the older member initiating them. Part of the initiation is a scavenger hunt in a nearby mansion, which just happens to be a bordello, or was a bordello until a prostitute and her john were shotgun murdered 13 years before. Now it’s abandoned, and the girls spend a spooky night wandering through the rooms looking for stuff.

Notice I mention nothing about them getting killed. That’s because after the flashback/prologue showing the shotgun murder the movie goes a solid hour before anyone else dies. Considering the director you might hope that the filler material would be lots of extra nekkid women, but Blood Sisters has only moderately more nudity than any other 1980’s slasher flick. There’s also what amounts to a subplot about the bordello being haunted, but as Briggs deftly points out the haunting doesn’t make sense, both because the killer turns out to be a Norman Bates style psycho, and because we have no reason to think anybody but the one hooker died in the house. The movie itself is so boring that Briggs spends a lot of time talking about Roberta Findlay’s career, and the many more interesting (if not better) movies she made.

Posted: Fri - April 8, 2005 at      

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