Andrew Wyatt’s review published on Letterboxd :
I’ve seen this film I don’t know how many times and this is first time I’ve noticed that Lynda’s comments to her boyfriend reveal in the most tossed-off, blink-and-you’ll-miss-it way that she is *absolutely* down for a threesome with her friend Annie.
Slasher perfection. *chef's kiss* If it feels weirdly familiar, it's because -- as with the Bible and Shakespeare -- all the cliches were born here, to a greater extent than in the earlier, more ambitious and uneven 'Black Christmas'. Deliberate, unhurried, remorseless, and brutal. There really isn't an ounce of narrative fat on this motherfucker.