Put the gun to my head, pull the trigger, and put me out of my misery. Better yet, put the horror genre out of its misery. When you've finished watching Urban Legends: Final Cut, you'll share my same grim point of view thanks to the horrible acting, terrible script, and ridiculous directing which has become all too common today.
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The story has become awfully familiar: Disgruntled woman (Nastassja Kinski) cheats on boozing hubby (Hart Bochner), only she doesn't realize her fling (William Baldwin) is actually a super-wealthy tycoon. No problem, except that said tycoon inexplicably hires the out-of-luck (and suddenly reformed) hubby shortly thereafter and immediately sets out to destroy the marriage he's wedged himself into. Trouble ensues.
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As wretched as any Ed Wood bomb, and without the camp factor to make it train-wreck entertaining, "Urban Legends: The Final Cut" is a serious contender for the worst horror movie ever made.
It's not just that the movie isn't the least bit scary. It's not just that the killer picks off his victims in the most humdrum manner. It's not just that almost every performance is so flaccid that the actors look like they're reading cue cards even when they scream.
It's not just that the slasher wears a fencing mask, signaling an utter lack of originality and adherence to copycat screenwriting formula (if Jason had worn a football helmet in "Friday the 13th," this guy would be wearing a baseball cap, no doubt.) It's not even that this pathetic excuse for a suspense movie has the unmitigated gall to compare itself to Hitchcock.
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