I enjoyed the novelty of the original Sleepaway Camp, but the even the upped-campiness of this sequel can't make up for the persistent mediocrity. The idea was fun, but it came off a little drier than intended.

The first time I saw the poster for this film I thought it looked like some lame spoof, so I avoided it. I ended up buying to fill my thirst for camp slasher movies, and it was actually pretty good.The story centres around Angelia dealing with a swarm of punk ass kids, including a whore, stoner's, and sick perverted kids that photograph nude women. They all get whats coming to them. The Ally character shows her breasts like ten times, she must not think to much of her self. She is not the only one who does it also. Is that how young women really act, you see it in every slasher or horror movie out there, strange people indeed. I like when Angelia dressed up as Leatherface and killed Freddy and Jason. The stoner BBq scene was hardcore, I mean damn it was extreme. When The Slut/antagonist was shoved into the out-house, you know she deserved it, even though you couldn't imagine how sick and disgusting that would actually be. Pamela's character Angelia was awesome, she acts so natural when she kills people and is always cheery, she acts nice and only harms the trouble makers. She is a great slasher villain, and deserves more praise.This film is a really fun time, it has a bright atmosphere and bloody kills. It always keeps a non serious tone. I highly recommend it.

Angela, our murderer/murderess from the original Sleepaway Camp, returns for more merry mayhem in this unabashedly goofy follow-up that eschews the grittier edges and sleazy plot points of its quirky cult classic predecessor in favor of a straight series of splat-stick gore gags, and the result is a slasher movie that openly lampoons its own genre and practically dares you to keep a straight face while you're watching it.No real plot summary necessary here. Basically, Angela is all grown up for this outing and has returned to her familiar stomping grounds as a relentlessly perky camp counselor, and that's all you really need to know... Well, that, and the fact that she kills a crapload of people.The film as a whole is little more that a succession of vignettes of teenage campground shenanigans, gratuitous nudity, and frequent displays of bloodshed. If this sounds like I'm slighting Unhappy Campers, don't misunderstand me. This is a film that clearly knows its audience and doesn't waste any time on suspense or character development, and once you see how quickly the film settles into its blood and boobs routine, even the most kill-happy Friday The 13th sequels look like meticulously measured Alfred Hitchcock thrillers by comparison.Every aspect of the production is cheesy and inept, from the low-grade film stock to the discount rack splatter effects, but since there's never a moment when we think Sleepaway Camp II has any pretensions of taking itself seriously, all of this works immeasurably to the movie's benefit. If you're looking for an exercise in pure, visceral horror, this is most assuredly not intended for you. However, if you just want to have a hell of a good time watching naughty teens get butchered for their transgressions by a cloyingly cheerful psychopath who looks like she would have been right at home in the cast of "Saved By The Bell"... Well, then, you'll probably decide 20 minutes into Unhappy Campers, at which point you will have already seen four people get slaughtered, that you're dealing with a masterpiece of its kind.Much of the dialogue here is especially priceless, and while it's hard to choose a favorite passage, I'm partial to the post-coitus exchange between the token tramp Ally and one of her conquests. (Ally: "Thanks, that was fun. Say, you don't have AIDS or anything do you?" Guy: "No!" Ally: "Great, see ya.") The spirit of parody runs rampant throughout the film, but the surreal apex of this arrives when Angela slices up a boy who's dressed like Freddy Krueger with his own razor glove and uses a chainsaw to off another kid who's wearing an imitation Jason mask, all while she is, herself, decked out in a Leatherface costume. The finale, where Angela is confronted about her murderous past and insists "I'm cured" while surrounded by the dozen or so corpses she's racked up at that point, likewise references numerous other classic slasher films that have included equivalent shrine-like tableaux of victims.The film's murders are impressive in terms of sheer numbers, but if there's one legitimate complaint that can be levied here, it's that most of the kills are pretty by the numbers if you've seen a handful of similar splatter outings before this one. However, this abundance of rote slashings and bludgeonings is reconciled by the most memorable scene in the movie, in which one unlucky lass is forced head first into the pungent reservoir of a port-a-potty and drowned in a pool of leech-infested human waste. That segment pretty much sums up the mindset of the entire film, so your enjoyment of Unhappy Campers will probably depend on how eager you are to see a sequence like that etched into the annals of cinematic history.A movie like this is clearly its own animal, so comparing it to any of the more serious-minded slasher fare that preceded it is rather pointless. If you require scares, tension, or even general coherence to sate your horror appetite, you can skip this offering and move right along. However, if you find yourself in the mood for a mirthful celebration of the basest elements the genre has to offer, spending 70 minutes with Sleepaway Camp II will definitely make you a...Nah, too obvious.

I recommend avoiding Sleepaway Camp's initial sequels no matter how much you loved the original. Forget they were ever made because this and part three have no resemblance to the first one. They aren't even enjoyable movies in their own rights, they're just plain shallow. The basic premise is this: Angela saying sassy things whilst hacking off campers. I'm the biggest fan of sequels, but does anybody really want to see their slasher villain look into the camera to deliver a corny one-liner whenever they go to off somebody? Its the same formula that led horror icons such as Freddy Krueger and Chucky to become mere parodies of their themselves as their sequels went on. Thankfully, the series creator (who is also the writer/director of part one) had almost nothing to do with these trash sequels. Better still, he created his own direct sequel in 2008, Return to Sleepaway Camp, which is excellent. It ignores the two sequels from the late 80's altogether and you should do the same.