Thursday, May 8, 2008

Prom Night... *Prolonged Sigh*






Ah, "Prom Night". So badly written, so stupid characters, so blatantly incompetent... and yet it continues to make money. How and why are not my issue, to me, it seems that this hastily compiled, rancid, piece of..... anyway, it's bad. If the opening paragraph of this review hasn't forever scared you off already, I shall explain just how not good it is.

Before we get to haw terrible this movie is, apparently a brief plot sypnosis is in order. Guy kills girls family. Later, guy tries to kill girl and all her friends at prom. That's it. Believe me, if the plot was a roller caster of thrills, chills and spills, I would be all to happy to spill my guts about the plot here, and now. No explanation is even given as to why this guy is chasing this chick. Well if you count the phrase "He was obsessed with her" said raspily a couple of times, sure.

Now, the fun; how aggresively and blatantly stupid this movie is. Take for instance: how the pshyco in question escaped the MAXIMUM SECURITY prison: he crawled out an air vent, and ran away. Barring the assumption that noone was guarding the roof, or the prison grounds, or how the guy managed to cover a thousand %$#@ing miles in one day, apparently, the designer of the prison has never seen a james bond movie in his entire life. "Oh, I'll just put large air vents that any person could easily fit through and lead directly onto the roof into all of the murderers cells." That guy was smart.

Okay, we've covered "badly written" and "incompetent." Now, onto the characters themselves. In one instance, the freaked white chick wakes up in her bed. She turns off the TV, currently playing when Harry met Sally or something similar, looks out the window and checks that the cop guarding her house is still there. Then, she heads into the bathroom to take her meds, closes the medicine cabinet, and suprise! Psyco killer (kisk-ke-say?) is there, who promptly and efficiently smashes her head into the mirror. She wakes up again! It was all a dream. Then, in what must have been the worst plan since Abraham Lincoln said "I'm bored, I think I'll go take in a night at the theater", she turns off the TV set to the EXACT SAME PROGRAM IT WAS ON IN HER DREAM, checks to make sure that the SAME COP IN HER DREAM is outside, goes and takes her meds EXACTLY %&*$ING LIKE HOW SHE DID IN HER DREAM, and suh-PRISE! GUESS WHAT HAPPENS!?

This movie made me ill. Not slightly-vomity ill, but facing-potentially-lethal-fits-of-gastro-intestinal-unhappiness-the-pain-OH-HOLY-GOD-THE-PAIN!!! ill. My bet is, unless you enjoy watching everything you hold dear to you effortlessly slain in one single ninety minute period, go right ahead. Sarcastyx signing off.




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