This supernatural-ghost-slasher-whodunit-flick hails from the UK. And it taught me something. High school kids in the UK are f*cking mean. Like really mean. Like kicking a puppy after it just got neutered mean.
Tormented spins the tale of the popular crowd, the hot girl who gains entrance into the popular crowd, her scorned friends, and the kid who killed himself and has come back as a ghost to exact revenge on the teens. His pet name? Shrek. Because he is big, ugly, and green. Okay, he’s not green.
It’s seems pretty basic and for the most part it is. What makes this film shine is the ruthlessness of the kids. I can think of no teen movie where the kids were this ruthless. Case in point: After the “She’s All That” girl finally gives up her V-card to the boy she loves, the “Mega-Bitch” tells her that she already did him and he gave her crabs (not to mention she started a rumor that the guy was bragging about “hitting it” all throughout the school even though he wasn’t). These bitches are playing for keeps, ya’ll.
And that doesn’t even begin to explain the bullying the group bestowed upon the fat, and now dead, kid. Lucky for the audience, the dead kid gets his revenge and it’s gruesome and at times pretty funny. Particularly impressive/ironic is a kill that involves a ditzy girl and the famous Edvard Munch painting, The Scream. One of the other highlights involves the bullied kid sitting on a slut underwater. It’s cheeky, sure, but it’s fun and makes the movie a joy to watch.
The acting is well done from the ensemble. The kids walked a fine line between caricatures and what could be taken as real people, but did so admirably. There is a sense of realism in how they behave, talk, and manipulate each other. And while there are a few genuinely creepy moments the true terror comes from vicious manner in which the teens behave.
Whenever I watch British movies I feel like that guy in Love Actually, but in reverse. Ya know the guy, “Colin: God of Sex” who thinks he can get all the girls if he was just in America (and ends up being totally correct). These Brit hotties in this movie (and many more) so make me wish for a trip across the pond. I say this even though I am in L.A., at a Starbucks, looking at three smoking hot beauties which I would objectify/rate to be around L.A. 7 and 8’s (L.A. has its own scale).
This is a well-done effort that manages to rise above a lot of teen crap movies (I am pointing at almost all the recent big-big-budget Hollywood crap).
Alright, folks. Enjoy your turkey day and know I am thankful for all of you. I am off to gorge myself with some friends on another Los Angeles Orphan Thanksgiving Day.
Snore Factor: ZZZ (Plenty of fun to go around)