SISTERS are doin’ it for themselves – covering up murder, that is – in Stewart Hendler’s competent remake of the 1983 slasher The House On Sorority Row.

Cast in the rigid mould of countless other teens-in-peril thrillers, Sorority Row works so hard to discount one of its characters as the hooded campus killer, that we’re certain of their guilt.

Try too hard to throw an audience off the scent and we’ll easily sniff out a double-bluff.

While the plot slavishly abides by convention, Josh Stolberg and Peter Goldfinger’s script is surprisingly waspish, providing the teenage damsels in distress with some deliciously catty exchanges as they attempt to avoid an early grave.

When one sorority member is bullied into dropping her towel in the shower room, a rival sneers: “FYI, waxing isn’t just for floors any more.”

The dialogue elicits frequent chuckles, whether it be one girl trilling, “Friend me on Facebook and I’ll totally confirm”, or another potential victim discovering a room-mate’s corpse and gasping: “She looks terrible!”

Jessica (Leah Pipes) is the queen bee of the sorority house presided over by Mrs Crenshaw (Carrie Fisher).