Slotherhouse

If you are watching a movie like Slotherhouse it’s because you are looking for a good time, not award winning performances. But when you are less than three minutes in, you get just that- a cameo from an Academy Award and Golden Globe winning actor. Spoiler alert: this is where the award winning performances end, but what you get for the remaining hour and a half is a hoot.

Slotherhouse is very self-aware, and leans into the ridiculousness for the whole ride. It also happens to be produced well with a fun soundtrack (that even features a catchy theme song called “Last Selfie” by Candy Machine, Bedlow, & Patricia Starlight). Our murderous, fuzzy protagonist could have been handled a few different ways, and the execution exceeded my expectations- take the cuteness of a Mogwai driving a toy car and mix it with the mischief of “The New Batch” of Gremlins.

Oh, and this film takes place at a sorority house. Now you’d expect some naked pillow fights in a setting like that, but think more of a Happy Death Day sorority house. The house is run by the token mean girl, but nice girl Emily decides to toss her hat in the ring to be house president. The strange guy she met at the mall who randomly tried to sell her a sloth enters the picture, offering her a solution to become popular. From here it’s sorority girls vs. sloth and the first kill happens painfully slow, in a way that had me snort laughing.

It would be easy to list things I enjoyed but I don’t want to give too much away. I will say that what the movie lacks in any sort of origin story is made up for with a fun murder montage and some silly sloth shenanigans. It’s as much genius as it is dumb, and I’m here for it. And as someone who helped take care of a sloth at a zoo for a while, they’re kinda jerks and this movie was overdue.