But it's too late for Valentine's Day. It's even too late for April Fool's Day. Getting this film out a couple of months ago on the correct date would at least have given it some justification. Oh well. We kick off with a junior high school prom in which the embryonic pre-teen sicko-slasher is humiliated by every girl he asks to dance and finally gets red punch poured over him in a Carrie homage/rip-off. Flash forward eight years or so and those girls have grown into hot babes who get bumped off one by one on February 14 by this person, who has naturally borne a grudge.
This run-of-the-mill slasher, directed by Jamie Blanks (Urban Legend) is notable for the presence of David Boreanz, the small screen's famous undead American of Buffy the Vampire Slayer and his own show Angel. His great leonine face always looks odd to me, but not as odd as Denise Richards's whose weirdly emaciated, sculpted features look like a cosmetic surgeon's nightmare. This is thankfully without the smirking, self- referential stuff popularised by Kevin Williamson, but entirely without anything scary or original either.
