A promising premise is botched by illogical plot devices, a static scenario, and way obvious acting. The too-clever-by-half script, laced with earnest film school efforts at foreshadowing and symbolism, remains fascinating until the cartoonish end, but you can't get over the feeling that the roomful of obnoxious, heavy-smoking post-grad snobs deserves to die. Illogical? If Nick wanted fame as a mass murderer, why does he plant clues on someone else? Bizarrely absent of suspense despite the double-digit body count, the best thing going is Jason Mewes' stoner character, and if that's the best thing you've got going, then you're in trouble.