Shredder is the kind of straight-to-video junk that proves there's still life in the bottom of the rental racks. Working off the archetypical frame of the "killer in the woods" scenario, this particularly bloody gem starts off with a gratuitous beheading and takes off from there. Of course, things do tend to get tedious after a while; with murders relegated to lame setups while the backstory plot nonsense takes the center stage. Thankfully, writer/director Greg Huson keeps the pace going and the mood light (something which could also be said about the clothing on more than a few of the female stars). Of course, this being an extreme sports flick, there has to be your obligatory, obnoxious snow boarder "dude" spouting off truly terrible -- and at times, questionably dubbed -- lines that'll make any viewer cringe far more than your worst bloody kill. And who can forget those ridiculous punk-pop tunes blasted during the downhill "shredding"? True, it has moments that leave little to be desired, but it's all harmless fluff and worth it for the zinger of an ending sure to wear out your rewind button after you see it. Gore hounds take notice, as the final kill is a beautiful reminder of what the computer age has done for cheap slashers and, at the same time, has given new, glorious meaning to the title of the film, Shredder.