“Sleepaway Camp” served quite an interesting surprise in terms of contemporary '80s gore. The killer is a transvestite! Well...actually! He was originally a normal little boy whose two dads...and slightly older sister...were slaughtered in an unfortunate accident involving a speedboat driven by two mindless '80s stereotypes--horny teenagers, of course. The little boy (initially named Peter) was thereafter placed in his crazy Aunt Martha's care. Peter became Angela! And Angela became a mute little remnant of a tragic & diseased society. This...somehow...motivates her to kill other teenagers at a secluded yet posh New York summer resort innocently called Camp Arawak. But, unlike Freddy or Jason, Angela kills for...less senseless reasons. The campers are ruthless, nasty little pissants that derive some kind of sick pleasure from taunting shy & reserved little Angela Baker. The tables turn, however, when something much much worse happens to them. Perhaps this movie's greatest accomplishment was that it very carefully avoided any reason for the audience to believe that Angela's taste for blood was a result of her sexual identity issues. Many other movies in the mid ‘80s weren’t even close to breaking that stereotype. Props for Angie!