PROM NIGHT (Nelson McCormick). 88 minutes. Opens Friday (April 11). Rating: N
Prom Night is a cliché-mongering bomb, so weak it has to throw a dream sequence into its climax to keep the momentum going, and so short of imagination that it repeats the same few woman-in-peril gags over and over. We get the baddie suddenly appearing where he can't possibly be so often and so badly done that I started to think he was going to turn out to be twins. No such luck. As the escaped psycho killer who's returned to fulfill his obsession with the teenage girl (Brittany Snow), Johnathon Schaech has pretty, broody eyes. Otherwise, he's charisma- and character-free. So is everybody else. They're all playing nice kids, nothing more, except the stereotyped bitch, but she's a bit part, irrelevant to the action.
As for thrills, you'll find more suspense and gore on the Shopping Channel. All this suggests apathy and cynicism on the part of director Nelson McCormick and company. They don't deserve your money. In case anybody cares, this isn't a remake of the 1980 Jamie Lee Curtis film. They have nothing in common but the psycho and the setting.