How this big, fat, putrid turd of a movie garnered 6 stars (on here at least) will have me scratching my head for a long time.
Two best friends and "screenwriters" (Todd and Bruce) are in line to make a fast buck IF they can come up with a BELIEVABLE script...in two weeks. Bruce (who I don't think had an opposable thumb) decides to spend their rent money for a visit to a getaway known as "Shangri- La," both for some R & R AND to get each one invigorated to get their script done. Upon arrival, they meet with other screenwriters and various artists who exchange clichéd ideas, binge drink, and sit around like they've just been hit in the head with a brick. Fun times. Then, as this clichéd mess was destined for, they all start being killed.
For ANY of this nonsense to work, it would seem the screenwriter of this movie would have introduced at least ONE character the audience could root for. There is no way above or below that anyone could actually believe this moocher had ever done an actual day's work his entire life. Bruce, the one roommate/screenwriter, is SO obnoxious, SO self-centered, SO non-caring, SO lacking in any kind of social skills, I wanted him to die in the first minute. However, that does not happen, so you have to endure this 40-year old reject-from-a- frat-house-troglodyte. More good times.
Todd, Brucie's roommate, was a simp, a wimp, a milk-sop, totally lacked a sac, and had no charisma to him at all. Yet, the writer(s) of this movie gave him a "love scene," which was so awkward, so out- of-character, so painful to watch, I actually fast-forwarded through most of it. It really only involved a kiss, but that scene was so forced and obviously so uncomfortable for him, the kiss came off looking like it was his first kiss EVER.
This film lasts 83 minutes, is rated "R" for language, violence, and brief nudity, and can best be summed up by a line said in the film. "The best we can hope for is straight-to-video." Well, at least they got their wish. Oh, and as if you didn't already know, this one is NOT RECOMMENDED.
Two best friends and "screenwriters" (Todd and Bruce) are in line to make a fast buck IF they can come up with a BELIEVABLE script...in two weeks. Bruce (who I don't think had an opposable thumb) decides to spend their rent money for a visit to a getaway known as "Shangri- La," both for some R & R AND to get each one invigorated to get their script done. Upon arrival, they meet with other screenwriters and various artists who exchange clichéd ideas, binge drink, and sit around like they've just been hit in the head with a brick. Fun times. Then, as this clichéd mess was destined for, they all start being killed.
For ANY of this nonsense to work, it would seem the screenwriter of this movie would have introduced at least ONE character the audience could root for. There is no way above or below that anyone could actually believe this moocher had ever done an actual day's work his entire life. Bruce, the one roommate/screenwriter, is SO obnoxious, SO self-centered, SO non-caring, SO lacking in any kind of social skills, I wanted him to die in the first minute. However, that does not happen, so you have to endure this 40-year old reject-from-a- frat-house-troglodyte. More good times.
Todd, Brucie's roommate, was a simp, a wimp, a milk-sop, totally lacked a sac, and had no charisma to him at all. Yet, the writer(s) of this movie gave him a "love scene," which was so awkward, so out- of-character, so painful to watch, I actually fast-forwarded through most of it. It really only involved a kiss, but that scene was so forced and obviously so uncomfortable for him, the kiss came off looking like it was his first kiss EVER.
This film lasts 83 minutes, is rated "R" for language, violence, and brief nudity, and can best be summed up by a line said in the film. "The best we can hope for is straight-to-video." Well, at least they got their wish. Oh, and as if you didn't already know, this one is NOT RECOMMENDED.