R.S.V.P.

R.S.V.P. compares itself to Alfred Hitchcock's "Rope" and Agatha Christie's "Ten Little Indians". I have never seen either, but I know of both of them and I would guess that R.S.V.P. could stand along side as a good thriller. I believed this movie would have been a mystery and it toys with that idea until the first murder occurs. There is no attempt to conceal the killer's identity but only to show the masterful ways he conceals the murder victims. The ending is close to being predictable. The movie hints at little things which will be unearthed sooner or later.

Nick Collier (Rick Otto) is the main character here and he is throwing a party for his best friend, Jimmy Franklin (Lucas Babin), who is leaving town. All of their best friends are invited and soon, after Jimmy fails to show up, begin wondering where he could be, assuming he is getting blitzed or at a local strip club or something.

Jason Mewes plays Terry, a stoner. Terry is really just a rehashed Jay from Kevin Smith's movies set in another environment. Strange, I'm still not tired of it, yet.

The beautiful Brandi Andres is the lead female character, Jordan. I thought her performance was quite good, better than most that are usually cast in this type of movie and I was semi-impressed. Also, worthy of a mention is Nora Zehetner, who had a small part as Leigh Franklin. Something about her screen presence caught my eye, similar to Natalie Portman in "Closer", although she does not stick around too long and is not nearly as sexual.

This is a good movie to see if you are roaming through your local video rental store and can not seem to make up your mind and have seen all the newest blockbusters. I was not disappointed. 7/10

This movie was by far the STUPIDEST, DUMBEST, MOST IDIOTIC movie that I have ever seen in my entire life. Nothing about it kept my attention, it was not suspensful, and overall- it was boring. Half the time, the words didn't match the actor's mouths. The music does not go along with the plot...in general, it was ludicrous- a leviathan. It is nothing but a vile feast of vulgarities and invectives, mixed with poor, underdeveloped actors. Some of the "victims" are shown being beaten or hit, but for some odd reason, they don't bleed..hmmm.. I would not recommend this movie to anyone, unless they like to watch tedious, moronic films. It messes with the mind. Stay away from this flop of a "movie," if you want to call it that.

College student thinks he has the perfect chance to get away with murder so he invites over everybody that he is close to and decides to murder them all off just for the thrill of it all.

Another over exposed, over hyped horror flick from the 2002 - 2003 period. The only thing that seperates this from the droves of other horror films is the angel from which the story is told. See, the viewer knows who the killer is the whole time and the suspense lies in wheater or not he will be caught and also wheater he will be able to finish what he set out to do. However, this isn't enough to make this mandatory viewing. The film is done with style and everything about it looks handsome, but the climax is a real dud. It's far too talky and preachy.

Rated R; Violence, Profanity, Mild Sexual Situation.

As one of the commenters here noted, sundance is usually inundated with gritty depressing films. R.S.V.P. is certainly not one of those. The same person said there were many clues throughout the film that hint at the surprise ending. To say that there were "clues" is an understatement. At every juncture the film screamed its torpid theme.

The film alludes several times to an underrated hitchock flick called "rope". Despite the allusions, the film doesn't even come close to Rope's level of philosophy, morality, or thrills. Instead it borrows a couple ideas, mixes in a few of the cheesier elements of mediocre American thrillers (see "Scream") and comes out with absolute boredom.

There were a few elements that could have made this film great. The allusion to rope could have gone farther and actually translated the film into a modern adaptation. One element that has changed since the time of rope is the perceived value of "fame". The film touched on this, but didn't carry anything through. The thing that could have been done right was translating the fame into a postmodern context. The killer claims he wants fame, but he tries to setup the professor as the culprit for all the murders. This could have actually been an excellent concept if the film had decided to take into account the two realities it exists in, namely: The reality of the film, wherein the professor would take the blame, and secondly the reality of the film as watched by the audience, where the killer could find fame without cost. Indeed, this would have been a clever concept that perhaps would have carried this over into the intellectual genre. Instead, the director has his character act inconsistently and later claim that he wants to be pursued by the FBI "because it's part of the game". The result is that the killer comes off as an absolute idiot, which is unfortunate because our interest has been staked in him being clever enough to pull something entertaining off.

To go back to the comment that this film is so unlike the rest of sundance's depressing flicks, I'm going to have to disagree. This having passed for an intellectual thriller is several times more depressing than boys don't cry.

R.S.V.P. is Hitchcock's Rope meets Scream meets American Psycho...with a touch of Jay and Silent Bob. I was leery about renting this one for the longest time because of Jason Mewes. I knew I couldn't take it seriously, but then I thought "Hey, I won't take it seriously." It turned out to be an average dark comedy. But I was right about Mewes. 30 seconds into his first screen appearance he says "B*tches", makes some sexual references, and pulls out a phat bag of weed. Good ole Jay. I thought maybe he would try to do another character, but I'm sure he was hired to be himself. Along with Mewes, the rest of the cast is quite good, with newcomer Rick Otto impressing me the most. The late Glenn Quinn also deserves mention and I'm sad to see that this will be his last role. Director Mark Anthony Galluzzo showed a lot of promise here and I hope to see future endeavors from him. R.S.V.P. is a decent slasher satire but I felt it was missing something from making it a real keeper. I believe it was the ending that left a bad taste in my mouth. Oh well, it was a decent rental. You could do a lot worse.