Night Club Massacre

Carl Rivers • Mar 15 2021
  • Sure, the police don't bother to show up when the strippers are getting massacred, but the moment one of them peels her pasties off...
  • Horror, Thriller
  • Released in 2017
  • Directed by Bob Clark
  • Written by Bob Clark, Bruce Kilroy
  • Starring Alicia Watson, Erin Brown, Courtney Riggs, Mark Law
  • Length: 100 min
  • Rating: N/A

Megan's having a bad morning. First she loses her job. Then she catches her boyfriend banging her roommate. When confronted, they respond with peculiar nastiness. They even start banging again in plain view while Megan's moving out of the apartment. But fear not, dear viewer, these aren't the most ridiculous caricatures of people that Night Club Massacre has to offer. Not by a long shot.

Megan gets a job at a strip club out of desperation. The club's mean girl clique bullies her relentlessly. Customers harrass her. The club owner rapes her at a party. Finally Megan gets her revenge by delivering the title's promise.

This is one of those strip clubs that only exist in shitty movies. So many employees die in the normal course of business, streetwalking is clearly the safer option. A coworker tries to warn Megan how dangerous the mean girl clique is, so the clique retaliates by stabbing her in the eyes. Take note, strip club owners. This is why you hire a den mother.

But is there any nudity, you wonder? Of course. Less than you might expect, but the director convinced a few extras to appear topless.

What about the massacre? There's stabbing, bludgeoning, shooting...and this is a revenge flick involving rapists, so of course there's castration and death by sodomy. And of course, none of it is the least bit convincing.

If this sounds like your cup of tea, I pity you deeply, but you're in for a treat, I guess.

2 out of 10.

Seen on Amazon Prime.

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