The original title was supposed to be "Sorority House Massacre III: Hard to Die", but they wisely dropped the first part because
well
there isn't a sorority house in sight! Still, even if they kept the full title it wouldn't have made much of a difference, as the whole thing is already quite absurd and preposterous anyways. This incredibly cheap and trashy slasher flick is just an excuse to showcase a bunch of girls hysterically running around in sexy lingerie or – even better – with their prime cups exposed in extended soapy shower sequences. Oh yeah, there's also an ultra-thin plot line about a malicious parasite-spirit that floats out of a mysterious Egyptian artifact and possesses one of the chicks. For you see, they were all recruited to do the inventory of a lingerie company overnight, which gives them easy access to luscious outfits and the manager's private shower. Then there's also Orville Ketchum! He's basically the good guy who wants to rescue the babes, but since he looks and slavers like a big fat pervert, stumbles around like a decaying zombie and never opens his mouth when he's supposed to, the girls understandably consider him to be the killer. Then again, knowing that he's around doesn't stop them from going into the basement in thongs, though. Orville is a downright fantastic persona, and you'll quickly notice that he's even more indestructible than Arnold Schwarzenegger in "The Terminator" (and, as far as I know, he's not even a cyborg). "Hard to Die" gradually gets more absurd and over-the-top with every minute that passes. The girls defend themselves with heavy machine artillery that magically appeared and Orville staples bandages to his bloodied chest! The notorious Jim Wynorski directed this flick during the early nineties, when his work was still more or less watchable. Ironically enough, "Hard to Die" ranks as his best work, alongside 80's favorite "Chopping Mall" and the underrated horror parody "Transylvania Twist". After 1995, the best things about his films are the witty and imaginative titles, such as "The Devil Wears Nada" or "The Hills have Thighs". The five lead actresses obviously aren't selected based on their Oscar potential, but they inarguably have delicious curves and tasty blouse bunnies (and definitely not too shy to show them). Respecting the overall rules of cinema, I simply cannot reward "Hard to Die" with a rating higher than 3/10, but - make no mistake – it comes with my wholehearted recommendation.
Review of Hard to Die
