Sorrority house slasher film that's every bit as bollocks as the films it's trying to emulate. Is that a real word? Looks odd now I've typed it.
Like so many fucking rubbish films these days, it's set in the 1980s. Why? What is the big fucking deal with the '80s that makes these young writers and directors so fucking eager to culture-fellate the era before spitting the emissions onto faux scratchy-effect digi-footage? Well done! You've made a film in a time where for paper-round money you can make your efforts look superb, instead you put all your energy into making a film look like an old shit one.
Pretentious, psuedo-ironic hipstery cuntism.
As a visual guide, I offer you these two images:
This is what those hungry young creatives think the '80s looked like:
Neon! Wacky hair! Rubik's cubes! Madonna! Spandex! Makeup! Funfunfun!
What the '80s actually looked like:
Drabness. Grey. A decade of quick boom and heavy recession. Cold war paranoia. Anti-glamour. Short summers, long winters. Wealth divide. Rain. Massive civil unrest. The birth of AIDS.
As for the film, well, apart from a brief bit of Carpenter-esque incidental music, it's an unengaging 90 minute floppy cock. Set in the pissing '80s.
2/10
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1971558/
Photo taken from: http://www.flickr.com/photos/42632508@N02/sets/
Perkin.
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