I guess I must be a glutton for punishment, because not long after suffering through Zombieland I voluntarily went to see Sorority Row. What can I say, I’m a sucker for horror flicks and this one looked so-cheesy-it’s-enjoyable from the trailer. Of course, trailers are deceiving things, and the movie doesn’t get any more imaginative than what you see in those couple of minutes. There is a plot, and a pretty promising one: a bunch of bitchy sorority girls cause a death when an initiation prank goes awry, and, after getting rid of the body, they all promise to never speak of it again. But there wouldn’t be any scares if the matter didn’t come up again and people started turning up slashed and diced in gruesome ways. Come to think of it, there aren’t any scares even when these things happen. It’s a pretty dismal affair, with plenty of gore and nudity but no suspense or characters to speak of. I can’t even remember any of the actors in it; I vaguely recall Demi Moore’s daughter being in there (as attractive as her mom, and as humorless an actress), and I wish I could forget Carrie Fisher’s embarrassing cameo as the obligatory wacky authority figure. (She’s no Piper Laurie in Carrie, that’s for sure.) It could have been an interesting film (a bit of Mean Girls here, a dollop of Black Christmas there), but it seems like nobody takes teen horror movies seriously since Scream. It makes Jennifer’s Body look like Psycho by comparison.