Tamara

There are few words to describe the awfulness of this movie, but let's give it the old college try: dismal, depressing, embarrassing and utterly lacking in any artistic or social worth.

An entry into the cycle of avenging teen-girl pictures, in which the filmmakers try gamely to put a unique spin on familiar material, but eventually fall back on by-the-numbers tropes.

The film has its dubious pleasures.

This indie death-feast, directed by Jeremy Haft and penned by Jeffrey Reddick (co-writer of Final Destination), was initially slated to debut on video. Watching it, you'll wonder why the distributor changed its plans.

After a sly middle, the third act is just slasher-flick clichés; worse, it largely keeps Tamara offscreen. Villainy shouldn't be outsourced.

A mediocre little thriller that might have promised cheap fun on Blockbuster's direct-to-DVD shelf is instead destined to die a quick death on the big screen.

You know things aren't going well when it gets tedious watching a teen girl strut around in short shorts and a loose top and you're waiting for her to use the ax and get it over with

A really dumb, derivative rip-off, slovenly constructed and played with the sort of ludicrous earnestness that just misses being bad enough to qualify as high camp.

Este aspirante a Carrie, a Estranha segue todas as convenções do gênero a ponto de se tornar previsível já aos 5 minutos de projeção, e o elenco de canastrões só piora a experiência.

There is nothing whatever special here, but it adequately achieves its modest ambitions.

Those looking for a update on Carrie could do worse than this.

By now, we all know what you did last summer and have had our ticket punched at our final destination. And nerdy girls have been turning hot and wreaking revenge on their nemeses at least since ZZ Top's heyday.