As a pretext, red-head did not fully realize her true beauty as a nude goddess...Hah! As the summary title states, this was a seminal moment in the timeline of modern, low budget New York City 20 somethings horror. The low budget, high camp flick was reminiscent of a late-to-the-scene-Halloween or in a more high-brow overarching sense, Wolf Gremm's Kamikaze 89.
The true transcendent value in this movie lies in the a-typical character arch, or more accurately, lack thereof. There's no pretending in this one. We know what happens. It's annoying. But who cares, isn't that the point. We can all connect on some superficial level with the characters even if we won't acknowledge it.
The villains, or friends, barely come close to affecting anyone, but the effects of the drugs stimulate and confuse. Not only in terms of normal drug use, but in turning sisters against sisters, friends against friends. Everyone feels safe around everyone but no one can be trusted. You may be scratched, eaten, or even drinking the wrong thing, but you will be infected.
Watch this movie without the Rotten Tomatoes BS and enjoy the chintzy dialogue, predictable plot and the pretty little things that kick around and stimulate our senses. Maybe in not the cinephile sense of things, but drop it, because now you are boring! Watch!
