The Graveyard Review

Remember when you were young and carefree? How you used to play pranks on your mates that would result in one of them dying in a cruel twist of fate and the rest of you would have to cover it up only to have it return, let’s say exactly one year later, to spectacularly bite you on the arse? Really, you haven’t? Then you have not lived my friend. Or, at least, you haven’t lived in the world inhabited by the idiot characters of horror films. Now you may be thinking that I am describing a film in the vein of I Know What You Did Last Summer, or maybe even I Still Know What You Did Last Summer, or perhaps even I’ll Always Know What You Did Last Summer (Yes, there was a third one, I wasn’t even aware of this fact until a couple of weeks ago. It made me yearn for the endearing utter shiteness of Freddie Prinze Jnr. And that’s not a sentiment to be taken lightly). Well, sorry to disappoint you if you were hoping for a review on that opus of slasher cinema (and various pictures of Jennifer Love Hewitt in a series of low cut tops), but today’s film is The Graveyard, a 2006 film that has no clue has to why the first IKWYDLS was even vaguely palatable, but attempts to rip it off wholesale anyway, with a liberal dash of Prom Night and Friday the 13^th thrown in for good measure. Spoilers to follow.

  

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