KILLER'S MOON
At last, a movie about O.J.'s ass
I know that an SF book has used this better than it was here. Probably several of them. Anyway - imagine men who believe that they're dreaming, and thus that their actions have no consequence. Imagine how they'd lose their morals pretty quickly. Great idea. But here, it's kind of moot since these guys have no morals in the first place, them being mass murderers, serial rapists, Microsoft executives, etc.
This British slasher movies has four wackos with the above delusion busting out and finding their way to the nearest busload of stranded schoolgirls (all in those lovely private schoolgirl uniforms). The rest of the plot - heh - pretty much writes itself.
Low on thrills, this one saves itself from complete lameness with a not-bad sense of humor, both intended ("Father says that white slavery is a myth. The market's been flooded with too many enthusiastic amateurs.") and not (one guy, who should be really ashamed of his athletic non-prowess, is actually chased down by a three-legged dog and mauled).
I couldn't find a critical record of this flick anywhere - it must not be too well known.
Maybe it's a bad sign when a movie opens to the strains of "Greensleeves". (and the music gets worse, with wonky variations on "Three Blind Mice" and "Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star") Oh well. At least everybody singing it had those cute uniforms.