vs. All Cheerleaders Die

The B-Raters vs. All Cheerleaders Die

If you tuned-in to The B-Raters last night, you know we had a bit of a snafu with Netflix having pulled the movie we were originally set to riff. We had to choose a random backup flick to watch on the fly and All Cheerleaders Die made the cut (so to speak). There's certainly no shortage of goofy, B-rated cheerleader murder movies and I, for one, believe it's time America had that Talk.

Anyway, The B-Raters vs. All Cheerleaders Die was not at all planned or even promoted and we came away quite pleased with it. Oh, the movie was awful - no doubt - but the riff was glorious and most of the cheerleaders are total GILFs. It's definitely worth a view. In a nutshell, a black bear-hunter steals this Goth-chick's Lucky Charms and all cheerleaders are gay (but we all knew that because they wouldn't date us, right?). It's surprisingly tame despite its enticing title. Mathematically speaking, only two titties make it to screen but there is an entire cast of utter boobs. It also spends an inordinate amount of time stressing the diversity of the highschool in which it is set: the student body includes an Eskimo with a pet penguin and a butt-fucking lion-tamer. It looks less like a highschool and more like a meeting at the U.N.

This happy accident may get a repeat viewing and posits itself as a franchise, so be sure to check out The B-Raters vs. All Cheerleaders Die. At exactly an hour and a half, you'll only be wasting an hour and a half of your life.

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