This movie is really a stinker, which proves that the Japanese can create junk just as much as Hollywood does. I don't know who was helming this mess but he could have used an editor, unlike the Not-Ready-For-Primetime version used on this effort. The scenes jump all over the place with no build up or tension or with any kind of sequence. It's like the standard Dead Teenager movie without logic. I had no clue who the lead was, nor was there a standard female protagonist whom no believes that there is something sinister happening. But really gets me is the excessive blood splatter. It was a like a grade-B 1950s film where the obvious body dummies fall and someone offstage throws the paint bucket against the window. I lost count how many times this happened. This is a waste of time. I fast forwarded through most of it. But why do I have this feeling this will be a cult film eventually?
Review of Suicide Club
