Frat boys, sorority girls... tsk tsk. Has the legacy of Scooby-Doo not taught them anything about the perils of breaking into haunted mansions, stealing magical (and evil) books, murdering cult leaders, and getting naked?
Oh well. Their loss is our gain. The Hazing is a monumentally bad horror film, but it's so campy and absurdly gory you can't help but guiltily enjoy your 87-minute stay with it.
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