My quick rating – 1.4/10. Let’s start with what I read when I grabbed the trailer link, which has me questioning my life choices:
“After 20 years, the ORIGINAL Serial Rabbit is being released from the vaults, digitally remastered, with new music and effects, but still just as bad as when it was originally released.”
A vault? For this? Who locked it up? And what do you mean “still just as bad”? You knew it sucked and released it anyway? Serial Rabbit One isn’t a movie, it’s a 20-year-old prank that someone accidentally hit “Upload” on. I don’t even know if this is the original film or just the origin story of a killer bunny with unresolved trauma and jazz hands. The lore is vague, dumb, and frankly offensive to rabbits.
The entire “plot” is an interrogation. That’s it. A silent man in a thrift-store bunny costume is questioned by cops while miming all his kills. It’s like watching Easter dinner with your weird uncle who does charades instead of talking. There’s no actual slashing, everything is offscreen. The gore? Nonexistent. Nudity? Forget it. The scream queens? Loud and forgettable. The acting is so bad, I’m not convinced half the cast knew they were filming a movie.
Eventually, we end up at the “city’s smallest rave,” which looks like it’s taking place behind a laundromat. Two strobes, six people awkwardly fist-pumping, and one Bluetooth speaker looping royalty-free techno. I’ve seen more energy at library book clubs.
The jokes fall flatter than a Wile E. Coyote anvil. Every line sounds like it was written by a teenager who just discovered Urban Dictionary. One girl literally falls down an elevator shaft but the screaming stops so she can answer her phone. Another throws out sex metaphors like they’re going out of style, which they have, if this movie’s anything to go by.
And just when you think it’s over, the credits roll and a voice chimes in: “I’m on the shitter with the script in front of me.” First of all, no you’re not. There was no script. What you had was a claw prop, a rabbit costume that still smelled like Easter 2004, and a dream no one should’ve encouraged.
Then they tease a sequel.
Look, Serial Rabbit One isn’t just bad. It’s weaponized bad. It joins Livestream for the coveted title of worst movie of 2025 (so far). Although during this one, I never contemplated turning it off. This isn’t a film, it’s a dare. And if this was what was sitting in the “vault” for 20 years, we should’ve thrown in the key, the editor, and the backup drive.
Avoid at all costs. Not even so-bad-it’s-good—just so-bad-it’s-pain.
To no one’s surprise, this is only streaming on Amazon.