You shouldn't make a movie about making a movie for the same reason that you shouldn't write a poem about writing poetry: it's like thinking about yourself jerking off while you're jerking off. They should've taught you that the first day of Comp 1, jackass. I know, I know, you dropped Comp 1 because that blonde who didn't shave her legs wouldn't return your phone calls and you couldn't bear to face her twice a week, but Christ, try to remember at least some of the stuff they told you. It's not like they're gonna give you your fifty dollars back.

So anyway, here's another stupid horror movie about some stupid asshole killing some other stupid fuckstains who are making a stupid horror movie. Too bad life doesn't really imitate art, am I right? It probably seemed like a good idea when they somehow talked Molly Ringwald into showing up ("It'll be like Scream 2 meets Pretty in Pink! 'Generation X' will eat it up! We're still catering to 'Generation X,' right?") and there are a couple of okay murders (standout: the log splitter), but they fuck up almost everything else. For example, why does the old lady want to finish the movie at the beginning, but then later on she decides it's evil for absolutely no reason? Even worse (way worse), there's not one, but two Titless Shower Scenes™, one where we don't see a hot blonde naked, and one where we don't see Molly Ringwald naked! Screwing us out of the blonde was dumb enough, but let's face it, 2000 was not 1985. Anyone who still spent any time thinking about Molly Ringwald in the year 2000 either wanted to see her with her clothes off, or not at all.