Promiscuity, revenge, homosexuality and a subtle commentary on the burdens of technological advance share crowded liquor-soaked seats aboard a steam train packed with lively college students in this decent post-Halloween slasher. Cut from the same beast that birthed Mario Bava's

Why, oh why wasn’t a horde of hungry pigs there to protect my ass through the four years of teenage angst also known as high school? For starters, I didn’t have the same luck bestowed upon Evilspeak’s jug-headed Stanley Coopersmith