Broken Lizard is surrounded by limber, wanton women on a booze-soaked island resort owned by Coconut Pete, a rock star has-been. But the non-stop party takes a turn for the weird when dead bodies start turning up. Everyone begins to look suspicious. Could it be Sam, of the Fun Police brigade, who is quick-on-the- trigger with his tequila loaded super-soaker; Jenny, the over-sexed, fitness instructor; Juan, the flamboyant diving instructor with a secret third-world past; Putman, the bratty-British tennis coach/fanatic; Dave, the ecstasy-crazed, adopted nephew of Coconut Pete; or the burly masseuse blessed with a creepy touch--that can render anyone into instant Jell-O? Can the inhabitants of Pleasure Island unite, solve the mystery and restore happy hour to this tropical bacchanal?
From Broken Lizard, the comedy troupe that delivered the low-budget sleeper "Super Troopers" in 2001, "Club Dread" is a disappointingly routine horror movie spoof that follows the well-worn path of the "Scream" and "Scary Movie" franchises. The setting is Pleasure Island a booze-soaked, low-rent resort owned and operated by a terminally laid-back rock star named Coconut Pete (Bill Paxton). When a new group of party animals arrives at the island, things seem to be going well enough — the amusements include nonstop drinking and a live-action Pac-Man game, with staff members dressed as fruit running through a maze. But then members of the staff begin turning up dead in various grisly ways (quite grisly, in fact, for a comedy). Who's responsible? Who cares? Certainly not the filmmakers, who lay out their standard wares with the weariness of an overworked street vendor: a topless female here, a scatological gag there, a hip movie reference somewhere else. — Dave Kehr
2004-02-27 | Dave Kehr | Read the New York Times Review of Broken Lizard's Club Dread