Review: ‘Jersey Shore Massacre’ wallows in misogynist gore

The horror comedy “Jersey Shore Massacre” has, if this matters to you, official sanction from an alum of the MTV show alluded to in the title: Jenni “JWoww” Farley is credited as an executive producer.

But if your enjoyment of reality TV’s most celebrated beach house party animals hinged on all the drunken humiliation, girl fights and “come at me, bro” set-tos, writer-director Paul Tarnopol’s energetically dumb exercise in blood-drenched slaughter at the hands of a masked killer might test your pop culture taste for others’ ill will.

The cast of goombah-accented loudmouths (led by Danielle Dallacco, Angelica Boccella and Giovanni Roselli) do their best over-the-top imitations of the more exaggeratedly idiotic personality traits that the show made famous, but you wouldn’t call it a playful spoof. There’s no ignoring the aggressive stupidity and crassness behind the whole enterprise.

Even “Jersey Shore” had its in-on-the-joke moments and strangely appealing sense of camaraderie. “Jersey Shore Massacre,” on the other hand, is a leopard-printed, spandex-clad, hoop-earringed, roid-rage freak show of one ethnic subculture’s easiest targets. In the end, it’s just another merrily sadistic, misogynistic gorefest.

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“Jersey Shore Massacre.”

Rated: R for graphic bloody horror violence, sexual content, nudity, language and brief drug material.

Running time: 1 hour, 27 minutes.

Playing: At Laemmle’s NoHo 7, North Hollywood.