With such a generic title and uninspired packaging, David De Coteau's Final Scream (AKA Final Stab) is clearly intended to deceive gullible punters into thinking that this is the next instalment in the popular Scream franchise. But there's no fooling anyone once the film begins: the derivative story, lousy acting, over-dramatic score, boring kills, and mediocre direction give the game away immediately.
This dreadfully bland film sees a bunch of attractive but obnoxious teens gathering at an old country house—the sight of a bloody massacre years before—to attend a surprise party held by rich bitch Angela (Melissa Reneé Martin), in honour of her sister Kristin (Erinn Hayes). The fun quickly comes to an end, however, when the party is crashed by a mask wearing, knife wielding maniac intent on killing all of the guests. However, all is not quite as it seems: the whole thing is a charade concocted by Angela, supposedly as a dry run for a murder/mystery weekend, but actually as a convoluted way of settling an old score with Kristin's boyfriend.
With its asinine plot loaded with preposterous plot twists, dumb red herrings, disposable characters, a pointless gay subplot (presumably included to appease the more devoted De Coteau fans), but virtually no gore or decent scares (unless you include the ridiculously loud music cues designed to make viewers jump!), Final Scream really is one of the most dissatisfying slashers I've ever had the displeasure of sitting through.
This dreadfully bland film sees a bunch of attractive but obnoxious teens gathering at an old country house—the sight of a bloody massacre years before—to attend a surprise party held by rich bitch Angela (Melissa Reneé Martin), in honour of her sister Kristin (Erinn Hayes). The fun quickly comes to an end, however, when the party is crashed by a mask wearing, knife wielding maniac intent on killing all of the guests. However, all is not quite as it seems: the whole thing is a charade concocted by Angela, supposedly as a dry run for a murder/mystery weekend, but actually as a convoluted way of settling an old score with Kristin's boyfriend.
With its asinine plot loaded with preposterous plot twists, dumb red herrings, disposable characters, a pointless gay subplot (presumably included to appease the more devoted De Coteau fans), but virtually no gore or decent scares (unless you include the ridiculously loud music cues designed to make viewers jump!), Final Scream really is one of the most dissatisfying slashers I've ever had the displeasure of sitting through.