You are Next

Given its title, you can be forgiven for assuming that Adam Wingard's home-invasion thriller will be just another blood-soaked body-count flick. But You're Next is better than that. A lot better.

By slasher standards, the writing is good, with interesting turns and surprises. And the acting isn't bad, either, though Vinson is the one to remember.

"You're Next" is a simultaneously nihilistic and grossly incompetent horror homage.

Fairly routine brunette-fighting-for-survival stuff with a liberal dose of dark humour.

Home invasion thrillers seem to come along every five minutes... Kudos then to indie director Adam Wingard for kicking in with some fresh ideas.

Maybe, in another time and place, and with different actors and a better director, it might have worked. But this thing collapses right from the get-go.

Once past a formulaic opening, the picture opens up into something else entirely, ending up as one of the better slasher movies to hit the big screen [in decades].

Screenwriter Simon Barrett masterfully blends horror and pitch black comedy throughout his story, and continuously finds clever ways to subvert the typical cat and mouse games we're used to seeing in these types of projects.

Like an awesome grab bag of the best horror films from the past 30 years packed into a fun and exhilarating horror thriller.

Flirts with being a meta-horror movie, which can be a way of making a routine slasher flick while making fun of routine slasher flicks.

You're Next might be one of the most audience-gratifying horror films I've seen in quite a long time, rewarding the viewers as much as it likes to screw with them.

Not the perfect horror movie, but GORE-iffic nonetheless.