(2002)

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3-27-03

Written by: Devin Hamilton Directed by: Devin Hamilton and Dennis Petersen Starring: Debbie Rochon, Danny Wolske With: Julie Strain and Brinke Stevens

A woman with socialization issues begins dating her boss and hanging out with his friends, only to find out they're all part of a club that enjoys killing for fun. But when the club's members start getting killed themselves, a plot begins to unfold that promises not to spare anyone, not even the audience. Looking at the cover, this seems like it would be a rather decent movie, in the same vein as other "professional" quality horror flicks such as Scream and Urban Legend. As it turns out, this movie is merely a softcore porno in horror clothing, which isn't all that surprising considering that it was distributed by a porno company and stars porno actors. The acting is as one would expect under the circumstances: the guys are all morons and the women are all airhead sluts. The scare factor of this so-called horror movie is very sub-par, without any real suspence at all, and the killer in the movie looks nowhere near as good as he does on the cover. As far as scary movies go, a Paulie Shore movie is scarier than this (though for vastly different reasons). What saves this movie from being completely horrible is the unintentional hilarity of some of the death scenes, my personal favorite being a woman's head exploding after getting pushed against a concrete pillar. Also, the nudity level is quite a bit higher than in most other horror films, which can be a plus, but if that's what you're looking for, I can think of many other movies that would better suit your purposes. Julie Strain fans stay away, as she's in the movie for all of five minutes; go rent Day of the Warrior or Battle Queen 2020 instead.

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