Killer Movie can easily be avoided.
Kaley Cuoco chews the scenery, the wardrobe, and fellow actors as an oversexed, over-privileged actress, while situations unfold around her. Cuoco is literally doing pratfalls for the camera; the rest of the cast works to setup Cuoco's punchlines, and only then do they get on with advancing the plot. It is literally like two different casts: The "what wacky thing is Kaley gonna do" mode switches to "frenetic, teenage slasher romp" far too quickly and easily; the kids in this movie might be sociopathic and need to be tested.
Kaley Cuoco drops by Killer Movie to do her sit-com routine while everyone else looks like they're trying to make a movie. And that's it.
As a karate expert, I will not talk about this movie.
© C Harris Lynn, 2010
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