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"Trip Out" tells three times from three perspectives the story of three guys who get blasted on drugs, each story filling in details of the events that transpired up to the fateful events later on in the film. It's not a complicated movie but it is very entertaining.

The dialog in this movie is hysterical - especially that of Colby, white thug wannabe, who mouths off without provocation to acquaintances and strangers alike. He's somehow friends with Richard, the most popular man in school, who berates and belittles Colby, sometimes too much. Richard's brother is Tommy, introverted outcast whose role in the movie goes from sad alienated youth to something surprisingly sinister.

Events in the movie play out smoothly, parts that involve two or more of the central characters that have already been witnessed are skipped over with smooth transitions. The characters progress in smart ways, gaining and losing the viewer's sympathy in unexpected ways.

"Trip Out" is a short ride but always fun - drug use, swearing and sex are all present in abundance, all set to a great soundtrack. None of the actors are famous but they do a fine job, as well as the director. All in all a quality picture - worth catching if you can find it.

"This sucks on so many levels," Janessa (Melyssa Ade) shouts while struggling to hold her grip as the ship's atmosphere is being sucked out into space. In one deft move, she describes her situation and the entire movie, Jason X.

In the future, Jason Voorhees is being studied in a lab. After nearly escaping, he is cryogenically frozen, only to be unleashed again. in the future. Four-hundred years later, things are very different: the Earth has been destroyed by pollution, people risk the lives of others for financial gain, and they cheat their way to the top by any means necessary (wait a minute, hold on.); the only difference is that scientists have now invented really bad CGI spaceships. Apparently they've also done a great job with genetic manipulation, because everybody is thin and beautiful, while fabric supplies must be very scarce in this dystopian vision, as clothing is skimpy and tight. The rest follows the formula - young actors and actresses engage in premarital intercourse, and Jason mercilessly slaughters each one.

Without any doubt, a viewer has to take this movie with a grain of salt - one can't go in expecting a thought-provoking, psychological thriller: "Wait, after four hundred years they still use machine guns?" What do you mean? The barrels of those things are much bigger. "Holy cow! The ship just plowed through an entire space station!" They never said anything about having autopilot in the future. "How come if they can bring Jason back to live after being blown into eight different pieces they can't restore the guy whose spine got broken?" Your guess is as good as mine.

All right, so what? The movie is crap! We can still laugh at how bad it is, right?

No, not really - the dialogue is crap, the effects cheap, the death scenes not particularly elaborate, and the plot rather predictable, but none of it is bad enough to really elicit a lot of laughter. One might shake his or her head, or roll the eyes, but that's it, with exception of one scene toward the end that held the movie's only moment of inspiration.

I won't spoil that one little morsel of entertainment - you'll just have to go waste your own money on this defecation of a film.

`This sucks on so many levels,' Janessa (Melyssa Ade) shouts while struggling to hold her grip as the ship's atmosphere is being sucked out into space. In one deft move, she describes her situation and the entire movie, Jason X.

In the future, Jason Voorhees is being studied in a lab. After nearly escaping, he is cryogenically frozen, only to be unleashed again. in the future. Four-hundred years later, things are very different: the Earth has been destroyed by pollution, people risk the lives of others for financial gain, and they cheat their way to the top by any means necessary (wait a minute, hold on.); the only difference is that scientists have now invented really bad CGI spaceships. Apparently they've also done a great job with genetic manipulation, because everybody is thin and beautiful, while fabric supplies must be very scarce in this dystopian vision, as clothing is skimpy and tight. The rest follows the formula - young actors and actresses engage in premarital intercourse, and Jason mercilessly slaughters each one.

Without any doubt, a viewer has to take this movie with a grain of salt - one can't go in expecting a thought-provoking, psychological thriller: `Wait, after four hundred years they still use machine guns?' What do you mean? The barrels of those things are much bigger. `Holy cow! The ship just plowed through an entire space station!' They never said anything about having autopilot in the future. `How come if they can bring Jason back to live after being blown into eight different pieces they can't restore the guy whose spine got broken?' Your guess is as good as mine.

All right, so what? The movie is crap! We can still laugh at how bad it is, right?

No, not really - the dialogue is shit, the effects cheap, the death scenes not particularly elaborate, and the plot rather predictable, but none of it is bad enough to really elicit a lot of laughter. One might shake his or her head, or roll the eyes, but that's it, with exception of one scene toward the end that held the movie's only moment of inspiration.

I won't spoil that one little morsel of entertainment - you'll just have to go waste your own money on this defecation of a film.