I’m not a huge fan of reality shows. I find them ridiculous, useless exercises in pointless melodrama. And, for the record, most of them are scripted in some fashion. On the other hand, I like the Suicide Girls. For those of you not familiar with them, these ladies are a group of ‘alternative’ (read pierced, tattooed and angry) nude models with a huge cult following, lucrative subscription website and, now, a couple of feature films under their belt (if they wore clothes). I don’t find the Suicide Girls fascinating due to their nudie model status, but I appreciate and encourage the outright angst and derision for ‘normal’ ideas of beauty. That kind of attitude is sexy. The reality show concept and the Suicide Girls combine in
Suicide Girls Must Die!, billing itself as “the first reality horror movie.” It’s an intriguing concept that promises a great deal of areola, but, as all reality shows must go the film devolves into an unbelievable mess. On the plus side, though, the mess is naked.
