My quick rating – 3.8/10. The old standby cabin in the woods setup. A group of teens, a masked killer, some inevitable bloodshed—until, whoops, the killer kicks the bucket first. That’s right, folks: the man (or woman) behind the mask gets the axe before anyone else, and suddenly, these teens aren’t just running for their lives. They’re trapped in something far worse… a convoluted movie script.
And not just any script—one so tangled in time jumps and narrative loops that even Christopher Nolan might scratch his head. One second, we’re in a typical slasher, and the next, reality itself is bending like a dollar-store funhouse mirror. There’s even an exorcism flashback that sneaks in like it took a wrong turn from another movie.
Which, apparently, it did. Turns out Dead Teenagers is actually part three of a trilogy, released in record time like the filmmakers were on a caffeine-fueled speedrun. Maybe watching the first two would help make sense of things, but now that I have readjusted my watch schedule I can confirm it doesn’t make a damn difference.
That being said, there are some bright spots. The practical effects? Solid. The kills? Bloody fun. The ambition? Admirable. The acting? Well, let’s just say that if you’re stuck in a script, you’d hope for some stronger performances to sell the predicament. Instead, the cast delivers lines like they’re reading a confusing IKEA manual.
At the end of the day, Dead Teenagers is an ambitious mess—a slasher that overdoses on high-concept twists but forgets to stick the landing. It’s like if Scream and Inception had a low-budget baby, but the baby never learned to walk properly. Still, if you enjoy practical gore and don’t mind getting whiplash from a plot that refuses to sit still, you might just have a decent time.
Overall, part 3 of this Fresh Hell trilogy is a slasher that tries to be a thinker but ends up overthinking itself.
Amazon along with a couple of other streamers have this one.