More of a hippie nature hike than a horror film, Slashed Dreams tells the story of two college kids coming to terms with the harsh realities of life set to a feel-good 70's beat. The soundtrack sounds like a musical collaboration between Carole King and The Chuck E. Cheese Pizza Time Players, which means, if you haven't figured it out for yourself yet, Slashed Dreams sports the worst soundtrack in film history. But that's OK, because Slashed Dreams is pretty much the worst film in film history. Jenny dumps her douchebag boyfriend Marshall and heads off into the wilderness, with thoughtful and sensitive Robert, to find her old friend, Michael Sutherland, who dropped out of society during his freshman year of college and built a cabin in the woods. While searching the forest for Michael, Jenny and Robert encounter a hungry bear (who eats their food and lumbers off, ignoring them completely), a steep incline (which they climb very carefully so they don't get hurt), and crippling boredom (which they fight with skinny-dipping and berry-picking).
They also encounter two local stereotypes, Levon and Danker (who could have just as easily been named Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum). Levon and Danker, at first, come across like harmless village idiots with poor dental hygiene, but anyone familiar with the genre this film approximates knows that in a few short scenes these two are gonna cause some mischief.
That mischief winds up being what I would regretfully describe, for lack of a better term, as 'comical rape.' Now, rape is never funny, but Slashed Dreams treats rape as just one of the many avenues a human being can stroll down to find deeper spiritual meaning within him or herself, which makes the act, in this movie and this movie alone, slightly humorous. Plus, the rapists never actually remove their pants which seems like an awfully ineffective way to rape someone. Moving on.
The movie is given an opportunity to work as a rape revenge picture, but fails colossally when Robert's attack on Levon with an axe ends with the preppy, college-boy getting pushed into a mud puddle. Jenny and Michael help him up and the three pals share a hearty laugh, even Jenny, who has come to terms with her vicious rape with the help of some pennyroyal tea and a quick cat-nap. The movie ends with more skinny-dipping, another god-awful song from some 70's nobody, and Jenny reciting some more hippy bullshit about pain being like a fruit standing in the sun or something.