Take equal parts The Craft, Jennifer's Body, Ginger Snaps, Mean Girls and Bring It On, and filter through the mind of a horny teenage boy, and what you have is All Cheerleaders Die, from writers/directors Lucky McKee and Chris Sivertson (directors of May and I Know Who Killed Me respectively).
It's got lesbian teenage cheerleaders whose regulation outfit is a skimpy wet-look two-piece, so there's that, but it's also incredibly dumb, with obnoxious characters, horrible dialogue, and visual effects that would have been considered poor a decade earlier (including that scourge of many a modern horror movie, CGI blood).
The plot sees a group of high-school cheerleaders crash into a river after being run off the road by their jock boyfriends. Outcast Wiccan Leena (Sianoa Smit-McPhee) pulls their corpses from the wreck and uses magick to bring them back to life and heal their wounds (which makes one wonder why she didn't use her obvious unlimited powers to make herself more attractive/popular). The downside is that the reanimated pom-pom shakers now need blood to stop themselves from going all manky.
With teenagers who all look like they're in their twenties and speak like gangstas, oversaturated and bleached out cinematography, a really pointless use of non-linear narrative, and those horrible special effects, this would have been a 1/10 from me if it wasn't for hot cheerleaders, which can make almost any film a little bit more bearable.
It's got lesbian teenage cheerleaders whose regulation outfit is a skimpy wet-look two-piece, so there's that, but it's also incredibly dumb, with obnoxious characters, horrible dialogue, and visual effects that would have been considered poor a decade earlier (including that scourge of many a modern horror movie, CGI blood).
The plot sees a group of high-school cheerleaders crash into a river after being run off the road by their jock boyfriends. Outcast Wiccan Leena (Sianoa Smit-McPhee) pulls their corpses from the wreck and uses magick to bring them back to life and heal their wounds (which makes one wonder why she didn't use her obvious unlimited powers to make herself more attractive/popular). The downside is that the reanimated pom-pom shakers now need blood to stop themselves from going all manky.
With teenagers who all look like they're in their twenties and speak like gangstas, oversaturated and bleached out cinematography, a really pointless use of non-linear narrative, and those horrible special effects, this would have been a 1/10 from me if it wasn't for hot cheerleaders, which can make almost any film a little bit more bearable.