Calum Hutton It's a good bad... and worth a popcorn matinée. While it's easy to lament what could have been...

Abegail Noëlle While it is a pity that the story wasn't told with more visual finesse, this is trivial compared to our real-world problems. It takes a good movie to put that into perspective.

Edwin The storyline feels a little thin and moth-eaten in parts but this sequel is plenty of fun.

Staci Frederick Blistering performances.

Coventry This strangely offbeat and unusual late 80's slasher starts off vile and promisingly, but soon degenerates into a prototypically dumb and exaggeratedly implausible flick. Some people – more specifically its very small but devoted fan base – tend to describe "Raging Fury" as reminiscent to the gritty revenge-themed exploitation efforts of the late 70's, but I hardly see any connections. Nope, this is merely just another cheap and uninspired flick that actually insults the viewer's intelligence with all its impossibly far-fetched story twists. The highly entertaining opening sequences show a little girl "accidentally" killing a young biker couple in the swamp near her parental house because they destroyed her dolly. Enjoy this intro with its nasty make-up effects and glorious sleaze as much as you can, because it's all downhill from here… 18 years later, the little girl – Brooke Storm – grew up to become a biology teacher in a standard American high school, but she obviously still suffers from a very unbalanced mental condition due to her traumatic childhood experience (which makes you wonder how she ever managed to finish her own teaching studies). Elsewhere in the school, the popular jock all of a sudden decides it's time for a personality change and joins the school's gang of bad kids (again, the most common thing in the world). As some sort of initiation rite for Jon-Jon, the clique decides to terrorize Miss Storm in her own house. They even set up a plan to frame the football team's quarterback in case anything goes wrong! Needless to say the nightly attack causes Miss Storm to go totally bonkers again and the thugs get a whole lot more than they bargained for. "Hell High" is a bunch of senseless nonsense without tension or horrific atmosphere. The film only evokes unintentional laughs (when the police actually do come to arrest the quarterback, my mates and I were laughing tears) and sentiments of pity. Not surprisingly, the cast and crew list only exists out of nobodies. Director Douglas Grossman as well as most of the actors and actresses never worked on any other film again. Lead star Christopher Stryker even died of AIDS before the film's release. I know it's not a very nice thing to say but I doubt it was a big loss for the cinema industry.

rudefish2000 If you want to see a movie with a plot, don't watch Hell High. If you want to see a movie and not spend 2/3 of it scratching your head, don't see Hell High. In fact, if you grew up anywhere in the world other than Scarsdale, New York, DO NOT SEE HELL HIGH!!! It is the worst movie imaginable. But I will say, it does have one amazing redeeming quality. If you attended Scarsdale High School, I do recommend seeing it because about 8 minutes of the film are shot in the hallways and a science classroom. The feeling of seeing your high school in a "professional" horror movie is really cool and probably worth it for that if for no other reason. If you do not meet the one criteria I offered, It's the biggest waste of money EVER. You might as well take your 5 dollars and put them in a Cuisinart.

Gafke This is the stupidest film I've seen since "Zombie Nightmare." A little girl with blond pigtails and a frilly pink dress (The Bad Seed, anyone?) accidentally kills a teenage biker and his girlfriend by throwing swamp mud into their faces while they are driving. The two are thrown and impaled on some conveniently placed stakes and the girl runs away, forever scarred and guilt ridden. Fast forward about 20 years and the pigtailed little cretin is now a science teacher at a local high school. Her students are unruly and disrespectful and when she slaps one arrogant jerk across the face, he vows revenge. He and his loser friends - cast an overweight nerd, a slut and a dumb jock - attack the teacher in her house one night, throwing handfuls of green swamp muck against her windows and dancing on her roof whilst wearing Halloween masks. Of course, they take the whole thing Too Far and the already mentally fragile teacher snaps, running around the rest of the movie in a silky nightie with a machete in one hand. This really isn't a typical slasher, if you want the truth. The terrorized teens all deserve what they get, displaying no morals whatsoever and basically proving themselves to be every bit as psychotic as their teacher. There are some nice touches to be found here: the killer is a woman, the slut swings both ways and the one guy with a thin moral streak is only Doing The Right Thing to save his own bright future. This film doesn't suffer from unoriginality - it suffers from painful stupidity. The script is horrible, the cast can't act worth a damn and the situations that arise are so utterly implausible that you'll be wondering if this was set in some parallel dimension where common sense doesn't exist. For example: the proper reaction upon finding your next door neighbor covered with mud and crouched in front of her broken window with a machete in her hand is NOT to force feed her some 'ludes and then leave! Good gods, who wrote this? A 5 year old with ADD?Once again, Joe Bob Briggs and his comedy commentary make this a much more bearable viewing experience. Otherwise, this is a terrible 80s slasher, filled with all of the hideous fashions of that depressing decade. A couple of graphic murders may impress gore fans, but sitting through the other 70 odd minutes just isn't worth the effort. I've seen more interesting toilet bowl stains.

servicedevice But that's what i did. We were at the mall, having just come from my orthodontic appointment, and I was supposed to go back to school. However, once the title "Hell High" caught our eye, we had to see it. I remember a goofily inane, low-budget horror movie that featured a scene of a beautiful teacher becoming vocally aroused just taking a shower (because when women soap up their breasts, they are helplessly turned on.) And that's almost all I remember. But I guess I fared better than a friend who, a few years previous, had seen Revenge of the Nerds with his little, old grandmother. And, thinking on it now, I saw Clash of the Titans when I was like eight or something with my grandfather. A chaste shot of a woman leaving a bath was pretty exciting then. Later on, at dinner, my sister yelled out that I had told her there was a "tushie" in the movie. I was mortified. I could hardly deny I had said it, after all, as her knowledge of said tushie was proof enough. A shadow fell over my grandfather's face and not another word was said for a long time. A horrible memory.