Summary: An unsuspecting loner attends a Halloween party, not knowing that it’s a plot to have him murdered.
Review: Christopher is an average – if unsocial – guy. He spends his days handing out parking tickets, and his nights in his apartment with his cat, Sir Lancelot. With no other plans for Halloween, he decides to go a “Murder Party” in Brooklyn after receiving an anonymous invitation. When he arrives, he encounters a deranged group of artists who plan to kill him as their ultimate pièce de résistance.
Murder Party is not a scary movie. In fact, it can barely be called horror, earning the designation only because of its themes and use of gore. Murder Party is a comedy before anything else, and that’s just fine, since it has laughs in spades. It succeeds not only as a darkly funny farce, mining laughs from its most gruesome moments, but also as a hilariously biting satire of the art world and New York hipsterism. The (slightly) exaggerated villains are scathingly believable, trying to out-posture one another and suck up to their flamboyant leader Alexander, who’s promised a hefty grant to whomever impresses him the most. Christopher is their perfect counterpart, a largely silent everyman who’s just as baffled by these lunatics as the audience. At just seventy-nine minutes, the movie chugs along at a nice clip, never resorting to filler to pad its running time.
The Verdict: What it lacks in scares, Murder Party more than makes up for in laughs. I give it seven-and-a-half homicidal hipsters out of ten.