Imagine mixing April Fool’s Day with a 2020 version of “MTV’s The Real World” and you’ll have Bodies, Bodies, Bodies. The film premise is so simple it’s almost not important; a group of rich kid friends (kind of) get together during a hurricane to hang out and drink and do drugs, but when a party game goes awry and bodies start piling up, they start finding out what happens when people stop being nice, and start being real.
Although this reads at times like a pretty straight forward slasher film, the real killer is the character’s egos. There’s not a lot to like about them, they’re all a little shitty and self absorbed, and they seem to lack any real sense of authenticity. All of their thoughts are fake and self serving and when people start dying, they react exactly how you would expect them to: the most vapid and self centered way possible. Soon enough the fighting between them as they frantically search for someone to blame tears the group into shreds. It’s both satisfying and really painful to watch, but it never plays out what is happening as comedy, just really tragedy at watching emotionally crippled spoiled child-adults seal their own fates.
I enjoyed this quite a bit. It really takes the premise of so many zombie movies: It’s not the zombies that will kill you, it’s the people, and puts it front and center, warts and all. The huge dose of tragic irony at the end is great, because by the time you see it and understand what happened, it’s too late.
5 out of 5