A decades-old folk tale surrounding a deranged murderer killing those who celebrate Valentine's Day turns out to be true to legend when a group defies the killer's order and people start turning up dead.
An unknown killer, clad in World War II U.S. Army fatigues, stalks a small New Jersey town bent on reliving a 35 year-old double murder by focusing on a group of college kids holding an annual Spring Dance.
A group of eight college friends gather together at an island mansion belonging to heiress Muffy St. John to celebrate their final year of school. They soon discover that each has a hidden secret from their past which is revealed, and soon after, they turn up dead. Yet, are they really dead? Or is it just part of some very real and cruel April Fool's jokes? The hostess, Muffy, is the only one who apparently knows what's going on. But then again, is it really her doing the killing? Written by
If points were given for endings, this would be a solid 10/10 every time. Shame that the rest of the film is so pedestrian that it nulls all the good work, and the end result is nine not very interesting people talking bullsh*t for a hour and a half before being bumped off one by one. This is done with the minimum of suspense, and your satisfaction at their demise is tempered by the fact you never see the victims harmed in any way. As I said, the conclusion is clever in a way but built around a foundation which is patently lacking, so you just wish it was tagged on to a better movie. Oh well, better luck next time Mr Director sir...
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