This low-budget slasher delivers all it has in the first 5 minutes, including top-billed Tiffany Shepis. The reigning scream queen has the honor of being the first victim in a quick series of graphic murders whose only pathetic pattern is that its victims are female and interchangeable.
If you're of sick disposition, you may think you're in for a fine, brainless 90-minutes slasher ride. Unfortunately, past the gruesome and depressing prologue, it is a very long and uneventful stretch to the silly finale.
A group of college "kids" invest the house that hosted this series of murders a few years ago. Supposedly, they stream their adventures online for a reality website, an idea that's barely exploited for the whole duration of the movie. As often happens in slashers, the group consists of polar opposites who would never mix in real life. There's a blonde bimbo, an Asian bad girl, a shy Latino girl, a greasy-haired bully, a two-cents "stud" and a techno geek.
All the guys disappear one by one (off-screen) and the Asian girl (who switches indifferently from bad girl to bimbo to kung-fu) goes all Scooby-Doo trying to find out who's offing everybody, thinking aloud with her Valley Girl accent. Of course, when events start to get smelly, the girls don't consider leaving the house.
Except for these Scooby-Doo flashes, nothing else happens for the next 80 minutes, including boobs or blood. Once the killer is finally revealed, your only solace will be to laugh at the rushed-in sorta-climax and agree that yes, this was a lot of crap.
If you're of sick disposition, you may think you're in for a fine, brainless 90-minutes slasher ride. Unfortunately, past the gruesome and depressing prologue, it is a very long and uneventful stretch to the silly finale.
A group of college "kids" invest the house that hosted this series of murders a few years ago. Supposedly, they stream their adventures online for a reality website, an idea that's barely exploited for the whole duration of the movie. As often happens in slashers, the group consists of polar opposites who would never mix in real life. There's a blonde bimbo, an Asian bad girl, a shy Latino girl, a greasy-haired bully, a two-cents "stud" and a techno geek.
All the guys disappear one by one (off-screen) and the Asian girl (who switches indifferently from bad girl to bimbo to kung-fu) goes all Scooby-Doo trying to find out who's offing everybody, thinking aloud with her Valley Girl accent. Of course, when events start to get smelly, the girls don't consider leaving the house.
Except for these Scooby-Doo flashes, nothing else happens for the next 80 minutes, including boobs or blood. Once the killer is finally revealed, your only solace will be to laugh at the rushed-in sorta-climax and agree that yes, this was a lot of crap.
