The movie opens up with like insane amounts of nudity, accompanied by just the most pedestrian lingering camera views. This immediately establishes what director Amy Holden Jones is about, as she recreates the male gaze--cleverly parodies it--as the boring, uninspired thing that it is, the dull objectification of women. Still, there's a ton of female nudity, and it is an extremely slippery slope to satirize something while upholding it. I think what Jones is doing is really forcing the holder of the male gaze to feel cruddy about it, and in this, she is extremely successful. It's hard to really hold viewers accountable, and even harder to figure out how to do it, but Jones does. There is so much else that is so clever about this movie.
Review of The Slumber Party Massacre
