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Synopsis: Seven college students, who make up of the bookish Emily; friendly bad-guy Johnny; punk girl Maddy; the token gay Ricky; gangster-rapper 'Q'; British exchange student Sylvia; and football stud Tim; are picked to travel to a private island owned by the reclusive Vincent King and his film-obsessed wife Mary Shelley to study island wildlife. But is isn't long when a mysterious killer begins killing the students one-by-one, and modeling them after gory murder scenes from numerous horror films. Are the eccentric Vincent and Mary Shelley the killers? if so, who is the mysterious fisherman lurking around the grounds of the island? Plus, does Emily know a lot more of what is going on then she claims to?
Genre: Comedy, Horror
Director(s): Matt Flynn
Production: Tomorrow's Horizons
 
IMDB:
4.0
R
Year:
2007
89 min
323 Views


Tim, Sylvia, Emily and I are Group B

Good for me.

- Yes.

Hands up.

Well, time for a game.

- What?

Listen, nature mad.

Well.

If my rock

eight times clashes on the water,

all girls show their tits.

What did you say?

- And if he is no time conflict?

Then he strips to his briefs

and the water running. - Ten seconds.

That you would like to, huh.

Well, I lost anyway.

I participate.

Come on, Emily.

This is your chance

to show what you have.

No, thanks.

- The boy has already GT.

GT.

No tits.

That you will never know.

- Who has it?

Slick.

- Well, do we.

Come on.

- Come on, suckers.

One, two, three, four, five.

Come on, buddy. I have five.

- Strip.

Thousand.

Two.

Three.

- Faster.

Well.

Thousand.

Two...

That looks like a woman in panties.

There is more wind came.

- Yes.

You're crazy, man.

There was something in the water.

Poor baby.

- Small Timmetje.

Klein Timmetje.

The water was very cold.

Bastards.

- You piemeltje is so cute.

Stop it.

I am very cold.

- Come.

Believe me.

Well.

I have my hose emptying.

If you can find him.

- That I would not start.

So, Billy Elliot, how long

have you been a fag?

As long as you have a small sausage.

The water was cold.

For a lulzuiger trap you so bad.

- Really?

You will not nichterig

start doing, sir quarterback.

Mr quarterback.

With your little one.

- Shut up, dude.

Shut up.

Funny though, it was cold.

Damn.

- Now I have you.

Stop it.

Bear.

I had actually

own kids.

It's always fun to practice.

Have you seen my camera?

- No, Poeffie, why?

I had him just yet.

I do not know

I have left him.

As Krusty the clown?

- No he was not Krusty the clown.

Probably Captain Spaulding.

Captain who?

- Spaulding.

'House of 1000 corpses'?

Come on, Rob Zombie.

Not personally, but

what do you Tim?

He is a jerk.

But he is a handsome boy,

with a beautiful body.

Yours is not ugly, sister.

- Thanks, Maddy.

Yes, Tim is handsome,

but he is an empty head.

I would not marry him,

I just want sex with him.

Hopefully.

But still.

Come on.

Even you must satisfy your desires

with someone,

or something.

Good night.

Relax, man.

- You have not seen that thing.

You've clearly gehallucineerd.

- My stuff is good, it is not.

That damn clown playing me parts.

Sleep well, men.

Do you hear that?

What?

Guest.

- That is disgusting.

You're bad, man.

- What have you eaten? Monkey Ass?

It started, guys.

The whole night.

- Shut up.

Hello.

She loves that camera.

I would like to shoot her,

My one-eyed monster.

Monster?

Did you, monster?

No.

- Have fun you guys.

Please show some respect.

Kiss me, Mary Shelly.

- My God, who raised you?

Until later.

We come back here for two hours.

Mr. Argento will be back.

Well, group A and group B.

We go.

Very well, peperkop.

Sheriff.

Damn, Radley.

Why do you always?

But, sir...

- Enough.

JT is back?

- No, sir.

We have heard nothing more

of Captain Bates nor the Orca.

I am a moment.

I gotta pee.

Stay with the boat.

- All right, Sheriff.

He is heavy.

He went this direction.

- Excuse me, I have not seen him.

Would you like something to drink?

- Maybe next time, keep you well.

Bear.

Think you what I think?

Action.

We call our school

'Around the ocean. "

Well found.

Sylvia and I are looking

to native plant species.

We want to help.

Well.

You know?

You can do it.

The first time you saw, I...

As you go through.

Are you ready to take the rest to see?

Do you need help, dear?

Yeah, baby.

What they are doing to you?

Nature study.

I do not have much experience.

Absolutely not. I...

I'm still...

I mean, I've never...

you know.

- It's the same with me.

Really?

- Yes. It is not always what it seems.

Apparently.

Honey.

- Come on.

It is nice to be popular.

Have you seen Tim and Sylvia?

- No, why?

They are already missing hours.

- It will be okay.

Can I just use your phone?

- Sure.

Too bad your friends are not there,

to enjoy the meal.

And your teacher too.

Mr. Argento had his back.

- So much more is there for us.

Glad you keep films.

- It's always been a passion.

- Ever since I was a boy,

not true, Miss Moneypenny.

My Vinnie likes the classics,

especially the narrow,

such as' The Birds'.

My favorites? Documentaries.

Then you have something

in common with Emily.

She also likes the old stay.

Really?

And the rest of you?

Keep you from horror films?

Usually they are boring,

unrealistic and predictable.

And my brothers always die first.

- Not always.

I love rancidity, many,

of bloody entrails.

B*tch in style.

Are you back to your fold?

- Certainly not.

The phone line is again defective.

- This is a classic in horror films.

"The bridge is flooded.

You will have to stay overnight.

This is one of those things that happen

if you live here.

But it's worth it.

- Definitely.

A new recipe.

Please.

Who's next?

Stay safe and protect little Johnny.

- Wear a raincoat.

Got something to smoke?

For insanity,

here we are.

I stopped, Maddy.

- You have nothing.

No.

- It is ironic.

After all these years that people say

how bad it is,

there is a clown necessary

to let you stop.

Laugh with yourself.

I always say that. Right, Brain?

- Yes, Pinky.

This is for you.

My God. Stop smoking it.

You breathe it stinks.

It is dirty.

Where did you grow up?

- In Benton, but born in Syracuse.

And you?

- In Maine.

In a small town, no future

so we went to the west.

Better?

- Much better.

This is a nice place, huh?

- Fantastic.

What is that?

Probably a poacher.

Hello, baby.

Carry, it's the Q. Hello.

Can you hear me now?

Honey? Can you hear me now?

Damn.

If the damn fool is not.

We saw just a poacher.

- Really? Q is still not back.

Where is he going?

He went into his b*tch call.

- Do what?

Crack, mouse, flamoes...

If I were you I would some loosening.

I will try to be more vulgar,

especially for you.

That would be fantastic.

Maybe he is injured,

cases or something.

Should we call anyone?

- Who? Charlie's Angels?

We are on a f***ing island.

- It's all right. Jesus.

This is truly bizarre.

Maybe he forgot, or something?

- Tim? His ball forgotten?

Now we find Q anymore.

- And here is the ball of Tim, no Tim.

Is there something wrong?

- Yes, there is a student missing?

It seems a strange episode

of 'Survivor'. - Or 'The Twilight Zone.'

Remember that episode

with Burgess Meredith,

where the last living man,

with his glasses, he should just...

- Let now this.

I know that you are concerned.

There is certainly a logical explanation.

We saw someone in a boat.

- It is perhaps a poacher.

Enough with the f***ing camera.

- Now is not the moment.

Okay.

But you should not be common.

Is there no way

for someone to contact us?

Unfortunately, no.

What if there is an emergency?

An accident?

We should never worry.

Usually, the phone.

It will do.

- We had better go to sleep now.

If no one pops up tonight,

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Matt Flynn

Matthew Clayton Flynn (born June 20, 1985) is a former American football quarterback. He was drafted by the Green Bay Packers in the seventh round of the 2008 NFL Draft. He was a member of the Packers when they won Super Bowl XLV over the Pittsburgh Steelers. He played college football at Louisiana State University. Flynn also played for the Seattle Seahawks, Oakland Raiders, Buffalo Bills, New England Patriots, New York Jets, and New Orleans Saints. more…

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