1st in the series of slasherless, slasher films doesn't know whether to treat its good concept as a gimmick or with respect: shown in the death sequences that are creative, akin to the body count, Nightmare on Elm Street films, but are less about the knowing emotion of attack-and-release of tension than it's about only toying with when and how a character will die, thus breaking Hitchcock's golden rule of suspense.
Devoid of a lot of the bad teen horror tropes that will plague future entries, I actually like a lot about this including the performances by Sawa and Larter. The deaths and red herrings are obviously the highlight but I also appreciate the paranoid ramblings and stoned theorising standing in for histrionics. Dumb fun.
i've always been afraid of these kind of movies because they make me the pessimistic bitch i am now, like every time i see a truck carrying pipes i'd go all "oh shit, today is the day that i die" but its not like that. despite it being a ridiculously horrendous movie, i still cringe.