Tragedy Girls

Suffice to say Tragedy Girls has great fun with myriad horror movie tropes.

The film’s young slashers are irredeemably smug and obnoxious, and their bloodthirsty craving for social media likes, represented by heart icons that float out of their cellphones after each murder that they document — without implicating themselves — fuels a vicious satire.

If Scream and Heathers shacked up and had murderous, millennial offspring, it might look a lot like Tragedy Girls.

Tragedy Girls is “Heathers” without the just desserts (virtually no one “deserves” his or her fate), “Mean Girls” who don’t truly turn on each other, a slasher satire without a punchline.

It’s a ridiculous setup, but the action embraces the silliness for a sick, slick satire, as the girls get bloodier and more gruesomely creative to get their moment of fame.

The film’s cute, zingy, candy-coated tone is seductive enough, and both Hildebrand and Shipp are compelling in their roles. You will, in short, be entertained. But if Tragedy Girls’ subject matter is odious, its tacit, but perhaps accidental, endorsement of the very thing it means to send up is jaw-dropping.

Tragedy Girls might add group texts to its instruments of death alongside marauding table saws and falling barbells, but the movie’s gender stereotypes keep it chained to the past.

Totally disappointing and stereotypical characters missing any way to impact viewer.

A half-hearted attempt at satire within the slasher genre. It starts promising enough but the idea gets old really fast. Partly because the two protagonists are annoying, interchangeable, one-dimensional or in short whatever the script wants them to be, but not interesting. For a satire it's way too superficial and has nothing really to say about social media. For a slasher it has way to little kills and thrills. It might have worked as a short film, but in this form it's just being tedious.