The plot of Shock 'Em Dead is every 1980s teen’s dream come true... except that we’re now in the 1990s and it’s awkward. I’m talking about a magic spell that turns you into a rock star, and, ultimately, into an asshole. You’re never really sure what the threat is. Are we dealing with a spellcaster? An illusionist? The devil? A genie? Is this voodoo magic?
The writers probably don’t know, and, in the end, does it even matter? Even Angel, the main protagonist, is a villain, and we forget who to root for. And what if we were supposed to root for Traci Lords’ character? She’s a sympathetic presence, her talent is undeniable, but this is not a flattering film and she’s disposable. She is the creators’ best asset and they don’t know how to use her.
Shock ‘Em Dead has the photography of a sitcom, a weakness we come to accept. In fact, there are boobs every ten minutes, so this is definitely not a sitcom. Yep! This is for grown-ups, yet the script is extremely immature and equally predictable. Sometimes, this kind of movie is all a horror buff needs on a Saturday night. It’s simple, it’s dumb, and it’s full of naked chicks.