Homecoming
1969: when a drunken prank goes disastrously wrong, a girl is
murdered and… blah, blah, blah, blah.
If back in the nineties,
Urban Legend was an acceptable addition to the growing number
of novelty slashers, and Final Cut was a barely passable sequel
hardly credible for a cinema release, then, Bloody Mary has
about as much relevance as its title does to its own baffling
premise.
Made for girls at
slumber parties – and probably made BY girls at a slumber
party – this instalment in the Legends trilogy is a groaning
fiend – hell-bent on ripping off every contemporary horror
that springs to mind.
Jerky edits and
misplaced ‘scares’ start the list, charting the
films faults. Chuck in a cliché spewing hippy, ridiculous
CG spiders and a Ringu-esque monster too ridiculous to even
bear mentioning, and you come to realise that the list is endless.
Lets just hope that’s not the case for this dire trilogy.
Verdict.
Predicable, bargain basement fodder hardly worthy of renting
let alone buying. Bloody awful.
Extras:
Bar one
shoddy Making of Doc, which actually manages to garner more
interest than the entire film does itself. But still, that’s
not saying a whole lot really.