There are good movies that, for whatever reason, didn’t make much of an impression on the public when they were released. They either bombed in the theater, or just went straight-to-dvd. This is one of them.
This film is about the impending wedding of Kyle and Laura. As the film begins, Kyle’s best riends are taking him to Vegas, for a “bachelor weekend.” We see them in their hotel room, drinking, doing coke, and watching MMA on TV. Then a stripper, hired by Kyle’s friend Boyd, shows up and performs for the men. Turns out that she’s also a prostitute and, after Kyle declines, one of the men takes her into the bathroom to have sex. During sex, he puts her up against the wall, without noticing the spike sticking out of it, which nails her in the back of the head. She dies.
The men panic, and Boyd comes up with a plan for them to dismember the body, and then go bury it out in the desert. Not all of the men agree with this plan of action, but Boyd manages to convince them all to go along with the plan, so they can just forget about the whole thing and move on with their lives. Unfortunately, before they can begin with their plan, a hotel security guard shows up. . .
I don’t want to say too much more, for fear of spoiling the film for those that haven’t seen it, but let’s just say that the woman is just the first of many murder victims (some accidental, some on purpose) in this film.
This is an ensemble film with an excellent cast. John Favreau is Kyle, the hapless groom, while Cameron Diaz shines as his self-absorbed future bride, Laura. All she cares about his that her dream-wedding goes off without a hitch, and she’s not going to let anything (not even her fiance being involved in multiple homicides) stand in her way. A young, pre-Entourage, Jeremy Pivan and Daniel Stern (best known as the narrator’s voice on “The Wonder Years”) play a pair of brothers, and do an excellent job in their roles.
But the real star of this film for me is Christian Slater. My all-time favorite film is Heathers, and this film could almost be viewed as a sequel. Pretend that J.D. didn’t really die, somehow. He faked his death, became a real-estate agent named Boyd, which is what leads to this film. There’s no reason to really connect these two films, but if you imagine it in your head it totally works. Slater plays the same sort of character here, a seemingly nice guy who, after one “accidental” murder, becomes more and more deranged, and starts purposely killing others along the way.
This film maintains a sort of dark and morbid tone of humor throughout it’s presentation, which I think many would enjoy. If you haven’t seen this film, I highly recommend it.
Very Bad Things can be rented via Netflix or bought through Amazon.com