The ass end of Death Game has test audience written all over it, at least I sincerely hope that was the case. I would have loved to see the credits roll over the girls' smiling faces.
At first I was pretty into George's character because he asked all of the best questions, things like "wanna go mess around?" or "you want some pizza?" but I couldn't help but eventually side with the evil, underage temptresses (Sondra Locke and Colleen Camp were like a couple of glorious succubi sent straight from the depths of hell) .
I guess if I'm going to watch a 1970s "rape-revenge" flick, it's less traumatizing if it's a "murky statutory rape-revenge" flick. I'm glad I watched this first, we'll see how Eli Roth's Knock Knock compares later this evening, my expectations are quite low.