They've got to be kidding. It's shocking, no, it's insulting that anyone would produce a low-budget teen-slasher flick in the year 2000 -- in the era of Scream, I Know What You Did Last Summer, and even Scary Movie -- that doesn't include self-mocking irony or hip cultural references. But the filmmakers have played it straight (a hockey mask on the killer!) with the inevitable infuriatingly boring results. A gory prelude maniac has nothing to do with the story -- a hateful technique to get the viewer's attention; there's a chainsaw killer who is just as happy with an ax, arrow, and canoe paddle; there's a minor-key keyboard score when showing the (unseen) killer's point of view; and there are ridiculously stupid college-educated young adults who don't realize their numbers are dwindling. What more could one not want? Thankfully -- and perhaps this is the result of a nonexistent budget and not an example of the filmmakers' good taste -- the gore elements are as limited as the wit.