By: Chelsea Opperman
This month’s feature film for Slaughter Movie House may be the most fun you have on any summer Monday. Last month I received a package from Amazon in the mail with no shipping information. Inside was a DVD copy of Bloody Bloody Bible Camp…and for a second I was a little creeped out. What was this and who sent it? After running through all of my horror fanatic friends in my head, I realized it must have been from Jill Sixx. And then I couldn’t wait to watch it, I knew it would be great. I wasn’t wrong.
Perfect for sweaty July viewing, Vito Trabucco’s Bloody Bloody Bible Camp is a delicious mix of Sleepaway Camp (1983) and Wet Hot American Summer (2001), with a dash of John Waters crudeness. Taking place in the 70’s and 80’s (the mother ship decade of the slasher genre), Bloody Bloody Bible Camp takes Camp Crystal Lake and morphs it into an exploitative horror-comedy big on campy gore, bountiful boobs, and laugh out loud gut busters.
When a group of hormonal and raunchy teens land themselves in bible camp with a brother and a priest, rather than finding godly enlightenment they receive a hellish awakening. Political correctness and restraint do not exist in this film and no one is safe. Along with the Susperia-hued blood, Bloody Bloody Bible Camp offers dicey social commentary on race, sexuality, and morality. The classic summer camp tropes are deftly executed and splattered across the screen with the heavy handedness of exploitation and perversion. Get ready for male midriffs and short shorts, and watch out for the homicidal Sister Mary Chopper who takes the slang term “hatchet wound” to a whole other level.
Bloody Bloody Bible Camp goes where most mainstream horror wouldn’t dare, and therefore takes its place in the horror hall of cult classics.
