Initially, you'd be forgiven for thinking that this film is a cheeky
parody of the kind of mystery slasher thriller that was all the rage in
the late '70s, early '80s. It certainly has all the right
ingredients - hapless Scooby Doo-style teenagers being tormented
by a nameless grisly horror with a penchant for visceral murder.
Unfortunately, five minutes or so into the film you suddenly realise
this isn't the case. It's actually supposed
to be a serious
attempt at mystery slasher
thriller - but made with an almost total lack of talent and imagination.
In fact, it's all done so badly - so unimaginably badly that
it looks like a high school drama project gone horribly wrong - that
you just have to keep laughing (if only to quell that urge to rip out
your own intestines).
The juvenile plot and inept acting are bad enough, but these are minor
faults compared with the unbelievably awful direction, which leaves
absolutely no cliché unturned in an attempt to fashion the most
painfully ridiculous display of histrionic absurdity you will ever see
in your life (outside the Jerry Springer Show).
Perhaps the only notewothy thing about this film is that its director
Doug Headline is the son of the acclaimed French crime thriller writer
Jean-Patrick Manchette, his credits (either as a screenwriter
or adapted novelist) including such notable French films as
Claude Chabrol's Nada
and Jacques Deray's Trois hommes à abattre
and Philippe Labro's La Crime
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