Only, now we get to deal with some growing pains in her career because she finally got the chance to direct.
Among Friends, like many a horror tale before it, brings a bunch of asshole friends together for a party. This party is special because it's all 80s Prom murder mystery themed. This just means that coke is going to figure heavily into the evening.
I'm totally not kidding about that.
So, anyway, the kids get taken to their friend Bernadette's house in a limo. Driven by a foul-mouthed Kane Hodder who seriously just needs to keep his fuckin' mouth shut. I like Mr. Hodder, I really do but he's so much better when he's silent and menacing and, more often than not, carrying a damn machete covered in the blood of asshole teenagers.
|Until you get naked on camera, Mr. Hodder, shut your face-hole.|
Then they break for dinner and they get presents! YAY, PRESENTS! They're all clues to the mystery they're supposed to be solving.
|Hint: This is the sexually generous two-faced cunt.|
Braintrusts, the lot of them.
So, yeah. Bernadette is a psycho. She also happens to be a psychologist. Nobody seems to know the difference between a psychologist and a psychiatrist so I'm gonna lay this out right now. A psychiatrist is the one that can dispense medication. That just begs the question "Where the fuck did she get the paralytics?"
And this is where the game gets nasty. Her friends can ask her questions but she gets something in return. In the case of one friend, she collects a piece of her scalp. Another rule? Every time someone says "please stop" someone loses a finger.
It occurs to me that many psych majors take that course load to figure out their own damn problems.
|Wanna get hammered? It's a total head trip. No, seriously, her faboo 80's hair is fucked.|
Those tapes are the reason behind this little shindig.
|Stoned is quite possibly the only way this movie could be even halfway entertaining.|
That said, the acting isn't bad. It's not great by any stretch but it's watchable. The cinematography isn't bad, either. I really think that the badness just comes from script and direction. That's a correctable thing if we can get Danielle to watch some Murnau, Craven, Hitchcock and Scott.
Do your homework, missy! No TV until it's done.