Years after the eviscerating events of Slumber Party Massacre, horny Courtney (future Wings star Crystal Bernard, replacing Jennifer Meyers) is still traumatized by the driller killer’s rampage. Yet having not learned her lesson from the bloodbath that left her sister Valerie in a mental hospital, Courtney goes away for her own inaugural slumber party in which her frisky friends – who are also Courtney’s bandmates in a Bangles-style group – strip to their bare essentials and drink like Charles Bukowski. Unfortunately, her wet dreams about hunky high school classmate Matt (Patrick Lowe) are peppered with nightmarish visions of a leather-clad rock-n-roll fiend (Atanas Ilitch) who cackles like The Joker, has a style that’s equal parts Elvis and Andrew Dice Clay, and wields a red guitar outfitted with a phallic drill. Deborah Brock’s sequel mirrors its predecessor’s vision of male sexuality as an inherently threatening and destructive force for young girls, with the new killer emerging from Courtney’s dreams, Freddy Krueger-style, to wreak havoc on her inaugural sexual experience with Matt. But rather than presenting a strong, defiant vision of equally fierce femininity, the decidedly inferior and stupider Slumber Party Massacre II – uninterested in scaring its audience, a fact illustrated by its fog-enshrouded murderer’s music-related one-liners and cheeky song-and-dance ditty – instead posits that the mere thought of a man’s protruding, penetrating tool might be enough to drive a poor little girl insane.