Massacre

A cheap, self-aware slasher that plods through backstage banter before the killings, offering few scares beyond routine stalk-and-slash.

A grim, grimy slice of early-eighties slasher nastiness that lingers on cruelty more than suspense.

A grimy, claustrophobic low-budget shocker that traps you in a sleazy studio with its victims.

A grimy, low-budget slasher that grinds toward its nastiness with a documentary crew's nervous energy.

A blood-soaked backstage nightmare where theatre kids blur the line between make-believe and murder.

A grimy low-budget slasher that trades atmosphere for sleaze, playing like a grim, talky thriller with occasional nasty shocks.

A cheap, grimy slasher that lurches from sleaze to supernatural dread without much craft, watchable mainly for its lurid, unpleasant atmosphere.

A cheap, grubby slasher that plods through its kills with more amateur enthusiasm than genuine scares.

A scrappy, self-aware slasher that plays like a bloody backstage joke, brisk and grisly but never too serious.

A cheap, nasty found-footage haunt that leans on jump scares and a grimy hotel setting.

A grim, straightforward slasher that grinds through its kills without much wit or atmosphere.

A grimy, low-budget slasher that feels like a queasy descent into exploitation and dread.