[This review is part of the Final Girl Film Club.]
Remember two weeks ago when I complained of the blah nature of Wes Craven’s by-the-book slasher picture Deadly Blessing? Well, you would think I'd have similar complaints about the rote The Initiation. It does, after all, revel in all the trappings of early-to-mid eighties slasher pictures.
Scantily clad/nude coeds: check
Rad flashback/dream sequence imagery meant to explain the subsequent murders/obfuscate the identity of actual killer: check
Creepy disfigured man with an axe to grind/red herring meant to distract us from the identity of the real killer offing scantily clad/nude coeds: check
Crazy people: check
Slacking night watchman who gets done in by killer because he's all, like, not paying attention and stuff: check
Awesome 'staches: check
Fashions that would make Dov Charney cum: check
A theme party in which everyone shows up in wacky costumes: check
Handsome boyfriend of female lead: check
Constantly irritated character whose face is frozen in a permanent "Oh, you figured out that her dreams are actually repressed memories and now you're all like, 'Oh, I just discovered something groundbreaking,' when I was the one who figured that shit out first and told you about it multiple times; but now you're making like it's your brilliant discovery" sneer: check
Taunting of heroine by killer: check
Plot twist in which the evil twin of the heroine is revealed as the killer: check
Final freeze frame of heroine set to the musical accompaniment of a sweet, sexy sax tune: check
But still, I found the movie much more enjoyable than Deadly Blessing.