Director: Jamie Blanks
Writer: Silvio Horta (Creator of Ugly Betty)
Starring: Jared Leto, Alicia Witt, Rebecca Gayheart, Joshua Jackson, Loretta Devine, Tara Reid, Michael Rosenbaum, Robert Englund
A psycho killer is terrorizing a group of extremely attractive college students (and Tara Reid), and killing them in scenes reminiscent of popular urban legends. All the murders seem to link back to our hero (Alicia Witt from Sybil). She tries to get people to believe her, but no one will. Can she discover who the killer is before it’s too late. (Hint: yes. Yes she can.)
The film has two sequels, one involving a group of film students…
Urban Legends 2: Diminishing Returns
…and one with a ghost.
Urban Legends 3: The Stupid Adventures of Stupidity
(I didn’t like this film.)
ISN’T THAT SPECIAL?
Let’s be honest: this film is a total cash-in on the success of Scream and I Know What You Did Last Summer (otherwise known as Watch Jennifer Love Hewitt’s Bra Jiggle As She Runs From a Fisherman). Urban Legend isn’t exactly revolutionary, but its cast is young and beautiful, its premise is crazy-great, and its emphasis on creative kills makes it a true 80s throwback. This is one underappreciated flick.
Like this film.
Not particularly. Some bikini action with Rebecca Gayheart, but nothing male-centric. But even when fully clothed, Jared Leto has some dreamy-ass eyes.
Yeah, keep the shirt on.
This film has some of the best murder set-ups around. Death by parking lot spikes. Death by Drain-o (How Heathers!). Death by microwave.
Plus, Tara Reid gets stabbed a lot. Fun to be had by all!
I’ve seen this movie many times whilst growing up and I never bought who the killer was. Does the Noxzema girl have enough upper body strength to decapitate an adult with one ax slice? I think not.
Now, if she was behind the wheel…
I apologize for the previous joke. That was an extremely insensitive issue to bring up.
OK. IS IT GAY?
This film is chock-a-block full of WB-style man-candy. (I’m still hoping that “mandy” will catch on as a portmanteau.) If you ignore the logistical problems, the identity of the killer is both refreshing and very female-empowerment-y.
Yay! Women have a killer to call their own!
Aside from a Richard Gere/gerbil reference and an admittedly funny gay joke by the British dean (at Joshua Jackson’s expense), homosexual issues aren’t mentioned. Still, it’s written by an openly gay man and reeks of gender-positivity. I’ll give this a Neil Patrick Harris.
Isn’t he adorable?