My Soul to Take, written and directed by Wes Craven, starring Max Thieriot (Bug), John Magaro (Alex), Zena Grey (Penelope) and Emily Meade (Fang) (2010): Buried in this mostly-mess of a slasher movie are some interesting bits about the condor in Native American mythology and the idea of multiple souls being housed in one body. Unfortunately, neither of these concepts get developed satisfactorily by old warhorse Wes Craven (Nightmare on Elm Street, Scream), as by-the-book teenager slashing occupies way, way too much screentime.
One of the oddly jarring things about this movie is that it confuses schizophrenia and multiple-personality disorder in its tale of a schizophrenic serial killer with multiple personalities, one of which is a serial killer. Frankly, it’s sorta dumb. Seven teenagers born the night the serial killer — blandly named the Ripper! — died in the small town of Riverton are now 16. Apparently, that means they’re of legal age to get slaughtered.
But is the serial killer dead? Is one of the teenagers possessed by the evil spirit of the serial killer’s serial-killing personality? And why is there an entire subplot about the evils of high school that plays like a bush-league version of Heathers?
Yes, there are many mysteries here, including how a slasher film ended up with a jaunty cartoon for its end credits. The abrupt tonal shifts and ridiculous developments kept me interested, though not in a way that would make me say, ‘This is a good movie.’ Too many rote killing scenes and too many characters one doesn’t care about. Not recommended.