Review – Shriek

I guess if they’d called it “Yawn” they probably would have sacrificed audience for the sake of honesty. Once again Full Moon takes a handful of good concepts and squanders them pointlessly on yet another low-budget mess of a horror movie. And when I say “takes,” I mean that fairly literally. Fans of Curse of the Demon will recognize more than a little M.R. James at the heart of this stinker. Cryptic parchments and the like aside, however, this swiftly devolves into just another college-students-stalked-by-rubber-monster flick. If only Full Moon’s producers would take the cash they blow on starlets willing to take their shirts off and redirect it to writers capable of stringing more than two or three thoughts together into a coherent, compelling plot, maybe someday they could actually churn out something worth watching. But then again, would the target audience really care? Or worse, wouldn’t the fans of full frontal nerdity that rent these stinkers feel more than a little cheated by a script-over-skin approach? So who am I to tell these guys their business? See if desperate