A good note!
Matthew Lillard is the life of the party, and he’s everywhere at once. The story takes place among a bunch of college students, pretty much all assholes, most of them priding themselves on their IQ score. Ironically, they spend their days and nights doing things douche bags are known for, like picking on mentally challenged classmates and being abusive to their significant others, drunk.
The film has a fun gimmick that it slowly gets to. Exposition simmers for half an hour, as our protagonists turn out to be bad guys. We never root for them, but they give a good show. Murder is far less glamorous, though, than it was in Scream, two years prior. Writer/director Dan Rosen isn’t known for much, and his work, here, is sometimes clumsy.
Less political but just as controversial as his previous film, The Last Supper, Dead Man’s Curve raises many philosophical questions. In both films, he explored the perfect crime, walking in the footsteps of Hitchcock, on the thin line between thriller and horror. The hook of this movie fits in the palm of your hand, and instantly triggers thoughts and apprehension. It’s as good as it sounds.