Scream for Help

shadow of a doubt for the '80s, which means a high camp slasher presented as a series of unreliable, gossipy diary entries by a tactless, bratty and horny nancy drew, the kind of fumbling sleuth who takes several days to tail the villain's car because she's on a fucking bicycle and loses him at every third turn. winner leans hard into the thrill and discomfort of that time in adolescence when dreamy innocence is reshaped by pubescent hungers, and the result is some primo exploitation.

Entertainingly corny