The spoof used to be the bottom-feeder of the cinematic ecosystem, but in the age of IP a new parasitic life-form has emerged: the out-of-copyright grave-robber. Director Jamie Bailey nominally deserves some credit for being first to the punch to make a film featuring big kahuna Mickey Mouse, whose Steamboat Willie iteration entered the public domain at the start of this year. But any admiration quickly evaporates on slogging through this convoluted, sloppy and ultimately meek slasher flick.
The plot is rudimentary enough: amusement arcade wage slave Alex (Sophie McIntosh) and friends are locked into her workplace at her surprise 21st birthday party and picked off by an apparently teleporting killer in a Mickey mask. Chippy goth girl Rebecca (Mackenzie Mills) relates the massacre in flashbacks from inside a jail cell to two sceptical cops, with some Usual Suspects footsie about the identity of the killer – except Bailey seems to forget that he gives that away right at the start.
