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wow -- lit like a soap opera, acted like a lost episode of "saved by the bell", and populated by intergenerational television has-beens, this one is really something special. this incomprehensible film starts in connecticut (i think) with a scene stolen out of "exorsist 3" and then moves to florida (i think) where we're treated to all the fun trappings of direct-to-video horror, namely: rich kids with the run of a gigantic house, nudity-free sex, booze, racial profiling, "raves", random FBI involvement, goofy masks, murders unrelated to the plot, and horrendous music. i mean, REALLY horrendous music. i will admit that there were a few clever scares (the fold-up ironing board, a tried-and-true gag since "clue", is still effective here), but mostly it was horribly contrived. chad allen somehow reminds me of anthony michael hall in his awkward "johnny b. good" phase, only with an added prescription medication addiction. take note of the name of the lead actress - and avoid ever watching anything with her in it EVER AGAIN. and it shakes me to the bone that i am about to write this -- joey lawrence is one of the strong points of the movie. whew. i said it. words of the day: overlit, unresolved, grating, stagey, joey.