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Everybody knows we live in a cheerocracy - the eternal question, from moment to moment to infinite moment, is: who's the cheertator? And even moreso -- what will be left of them??? All Cheerleaders Die is all up in that delightful nonsense, and manages to have a whole lot of fun pondering the queries of a life well cheered. And then that after-life, and then the after that after-life - so succubi in a miniskirt, so fetch. Much to its benefit I never quite knew where it was going - it makes up its own silly rules as it side-steps slash shimmies along, and nevers spends too much time worrying about sorting it out for us. A dash of Jennifer's Body, a gallon of The Craft, a schmear of Charmed, a sprinkling of May even - the latter makes sense this coming from May's writer-director Lucky McKee (alongside I Know Who Killed Me's Chris Sivertson, this is a remake of their 2011 short by the same name) - All Cheerleaders Die sometimes feels like Final Destination: Heathers Edition, which is totes okay with me. Great gags to gag by.
ETA Oh here's the trailer, in case you want to see more. The film's not out until some time next year. Above from said trailer you see personal-highlight-for-obvious-reasons Tom Williamson, who we'll hopefully be seeing more of in the future.
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