For once 80’s chic is done right with “Bikini Bloodbath” probably one of the silliest and yet entertaining horror comedies I’ve seen since “Sorority Babes in the Slime-Ball Bowl-O-Rama.” Seymour and Gorman’s “Bikini Bloodbath” is one part Troma, one part pure sleaze, and one part pure idiocy wrapped into a sick and demented hybrid of a slasher film that I couldn’t help enjoy. Taking off from those elements, “Bikini Bloodbath” involves a lot of gorgeous girls, big tits, a homoerotic party of football players, big tits, and a murderous blood soaked chef intent on slicing and dicing young girls for no apparent reason. Did I mention the big tits? A girls high school volleyball team is preparing for their last day of school after a season of wins, losses, and dodging a perverted Lesbian coach (Debbie Rochon adding her usual degree of humor and sex appeal) insistent on getting in good with the team mates.
The night they begin to party, a psychotic chef is on the loose in their neighborhood and begins offing the team mates one by one and their plan to party as much as possible, even in the face of the maniac lurking outside their door. It’s not every day you see a horror movie where the characters hiding from the slasher have a party to take their minds off the killing. Who says serial killing has to be depressing? “Bikini Bloodbath” is that guilty pleasure that you will not feel guilty watching again and again. It’s a bonafide party movie worthy of drinks, chips, and laughs, and director Thomas Seymour and Gorman conceives a worthy cult horror comedy destined for midnight movie showings. Seymour and Gorman are never under the conceit that audiences want a genuine story behind the events, thus any hopes for narrative is a fool’s wish. Who is the killer chef? Why is he targeting women only? What does he have to gain? Who cares?
“Bikini Bloodbath” is a hilarious romp with a slew of goofy gags I simply couldn’t help but laugh at; take the perverted neighbor Mr. Robinson watching the seven girls preparing for their slumber party bash while gazing in sheer delight and balling his hands in the shape of breasts, or one of the survivors stopping in a restaurant to eat while the carnage ensues back at the house. Seymour and Gorman have a knack for comedy with hilarious one-liners, and are never afraid to get ridiculously raunchy with hinting at lesbian chemistry, but those entendres and innuendos are nothing compared to the the male bash happening miles away. “Bikini Bloodbath” is pure filth, goofy shlock, and that’s what I love about it. And, there’s also the big tits. Those are fun. “Bikini Bloodbath” is a shameless, silly, exploitative, and brainless horror comedy, and I enjoyed every single minute of it. Strictly for the fellas, Thomas Seymour and Jonathan Gorman have a potentially great franchise on their hands.