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film begins with a group of young students deciding to go on an end-of-year holiday with each other. I can't remember if it was
specifically spring break that they were going on because nobody
screamed it and then flashed their tits, although I suppose it could
have been. Either way they end up in Mexico because this film
involves a curse and since most of the Native Americans have been
murdered I suppose that's the nearest place with a tradition
involving spirits and ghosts and shit. There they meet a lone chap at
a bar who invites them to take a trip to a creepy church in the
middle of the night were he asks them for a game of 'Truth Or Dare'.
Rather than smashing his head in with a rock and then fleeing for
their lives however, the gang decide to sit down and play with the
creepy fucker. In which case I have pretty much no fucking sympathy
for them at all and actually kind of hoped that they'd all wake up
without their kidneys because at least a sick person might have
benefited from a spot of organ trafficking. Sadly for them it was the obvious trap that it seemed it'd be and they all find themselves stuck in a 'Truth or Dare'
curse. Each of them will be asked a 'truth or dare' question by
somebody possessed with a malevolent grin and if they fail to play
along then they'll be forced to kill themselves. To be honest I
really wasn't stressing about which options the characters opted for.
Anyway,
my first criticism of this film is that considering the characters
are all meant to be about nineteen years old, it seems a strange
decision to then cast actors that are clearly in their fucking
thirties. I checked and the lead actress was born in 1989 which is
one year after I was and trust me when I say that nobody is buying me
as a teenager. A bouncer was legally obliged to check my I.d. the
other week and he actually laughed when he saw what year I was born
in. That bell-end would literally be better than the casting
directors this movie had and all he does for a living is stand by a
door whilst looking like a chunky fucking potato. I'm not being funny
but things start to go wrong for the group and as one 'teenaged' character starts to freak out and smash things up, I wasn't sure if it was
because of the curse or if the menopause had just kicked in. Of
course the occasionally weird face that's telling them to do things
is probably a clue that something supernatural is happening, however, my Nan forgot to take her pills once and she genuinely started seeing
flying lizards above her head. Also the weird faces in this movie are
so over-used that what little impact they may have
initially had is completely diminished by the mid-point. One
character describes them as being like a shit snapchat filter which
is actually the line I'd have used to slag it off with too.
My
second main criticism would be that somewhere buried below all of the
shit and incompetence of the movie is a semi-interesting idea. At the
start of the film, there are several threads that are set up in terms
of character backstory that are then used to cause the friends to all
turn on each other as the game begins. I guess I quite like the idea
of exploring how much we all really like each other and how much we
manage our own truths to maintain our relationships at the expense of
revealing our real self. However beyond the fact that the film
squanders this idea with its own convoluted crap it would require
one simple thing... you'd have to believe that these friends had
literally any interest in actually being friends. The two main
characters claim to be the bestest of chums before spending the
entire movie expressing what seems like absolute contempt for each
other. I know strange things are happening in this movie but they
don't even want to hear each others reasoning when either acts out of
character. If my friends do weird things then I'm more than happy to
give them the benefit of the doubt and ask, “Why the fuck did you
get an erection whilst massaging me?” However here one character is
forced to ram a pen into his own eye before head butting it deeper
into his own brain and once dead he's never spoken of again. By
writing about another character that gets shot later on I'm now
discussing her more than her friends were as she lay dead in their
fucking arms.
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