Straight from the void of Gurnee, Illinois, a group of college idiots dick around at a dull suburban home and get on each other’s nerves… my nerves as well. After a stretch of awkward dialogue and annoying behavior, we learn that they have gathered to induct newest member Michelle into their little group of jackasses. After a discussion on their paranoia, one dink tells them he has a plan to build up a new “paranoia”, one they can all share. He tells them to leave for an hour so he can set everything up and they can all partake in the skit (his words, not mine) he has planned. I think this Eastern European weirdo is up to no good. One hour later, they return to the house and immediately hear the sound of a woman crying originating from the basement. One derp goes down and takes an axe to the noggin from what’s assumed to be the vaguely ethnic friend who is now wearing an old hag mask and dressed like a grandmother but like a grandmother in the 1900s who is getting ready for bed or maybe even baking. The friends discover their buddy’s corpse in the basement and realize they may be in some serious trouble. When the psycho dressed up like an old woman appears while their weirdo friend is in the room, they figure out there’s a dangerous stranger amongst them. The plain-ass setting reminds me of several house parties I attended in my youthful days so that was nice, although I never encountered a group of folks this level of boring at any of these gatherings. It’s as good as anything would be shot by a group of apathetic acquaintances with nothing better to do on a Saturday night. Outside of offering next to no entertainment, it can boast one of the dumbest endings in late 90’s micro-budget horror. If you’re reading this, you can probably appreciate the gravity of that statement.
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