Sorority Row is probably one of the best terrible slasher films you can get. It's silly, it's awful, and goddamn is it enjoyable. It follows along similar lines as I Know What You Did Last Summer where a group of friends are responsible for someone's death and, instead of being sensible and call the police or an ambulance, cack-handedly cover it up. As with all horror film cover-ups, they start being stalked by a hooded figure who's fairly handy with a "pimped out" tire iron in the most homicidal of ways. Carrie Fisher plays Mrs. Crenshaw, the house mother of the eponymous sorority. She doesn't feature much in the beginning, but sets up her character as smart and savvy (for every boy she threw out of the sorority she turned a blind eye to five!) Little do we know how savvy. During the graduation party the murders come thick and fast, and Mrs. Crenshaw is the house mother every slasher film needs. She produces a shotgun from nowhere (and satisfyingly smacks the bitchiest sister in the face with it) before ordering the girls to lock themselves away whilst she stalks the halls like a glorious lioness. She is fearless when approaching her prey although, as she says, she does run a house full of "fifty crazy bitches". She is valiant until the end, her final utterance being "you stay the f--k away from my girls!" Fisher shows she had the chops to be a damn good Final Girl, and makes this house mother the best and most memorable character in the film. Mrs. Crenshaw, we salute you.
