"He's an anatomist! He deals with spirits all the time!" Try and make sense of this one. An atheist, psychic, Hollywood-pretty med school student and her three Underwear Model pals are given a cursed corpse to dissect for an anatomy class. Before you can say "Trapper John" they're playing all kinds of yucky tricks on each other with the unlucky stiff's body parts and soon find themselves being picked off by the vengeful spirit.
Sound good so far? Sure it does. Unfortunately writers Ipson & Billett lard the story with so many plot contrivances (ancient Azrec curse, anyone?) and so much clunky dialog (see above) that it's hard to take any of the gory stuff seriously. Think Halloween II by way of Jackass with a little 90210 thrown in and you've pretty much got the plot to this one.
Sound good so far? Sure it does. Unfortunately writers Ipson & Billett lard the story with so many plot contrivances (ancient Azrec curse, anyone?) and so much clunky dialog (see above) that it's hard to take any of the gory stuff seriously. Think Halloween II by way of Jackass with a little 90210 thrown in and you've pretty much got the plot to this one.