Four college frat and sorority pledges must spend the night in the Garth Manor where family patriarch Raymond Garth murdered his family that was comprised of deaf, mute and retarded children. Legend has it that one child survived the ordeal and is still living in Garth Manor. Two guesses as to who makes an appearance within the first 40 minutes. I say 40 minutes because Hell Night is one hell of a slow burn. It's oddly pre-post-modern. The sex yields no boobs or butt, the kills produce minimal blood and there is more tension than shock.
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I have to say, I really really liked Linda Blair in this. As Marti she's charming, sweet and has some ridic heaving bossums and adorable puppy fat. But more importantly, she embraces the Final Girl tropes of being level-headed and sound while mayhem goes on around her. I was shocked to learn that Blair was nominated for a Razzie award for Worst Actress that year. The other actors are 80s bad, which equals this decade's ironic hilarity. The pacing does suffer from repetitive kill syndrome. Pretty Young Thing hears noise, PYT goes to investigate noise, winds up deader than a door nail.