The dialogue, at best serviceable, becomes completely superfluous.

Written by "Final Destination" screenwriter Jeffrey Reddick, the film has its dubious pleasures, not the least of which is the extended sight of nubile lead actress Jenna Dewan in a bustier, high heels and killer miniskirt.

Repetitive and uninspired, it panders to the lowest expectations of horror buffs and squanders the efforts of a competent cast.

You've seen it in "Carrie", you've seen it in "Prom Night 2", and you've seen it in "Urban Legends 2: Bloody Mary". Oh, you haven't seen that one? Well, join the club. Tamara is a hybrid of all three films.

Tamara simply doesn't cover all the bases in its drive to be both a grubby teen splatter flick and a more high-minded thriller.

Genre jolts arise in spite of stylistic failures.

A low-budget horror film with even lower ambitions, Tamara is a movie of few innovations but one genuine, if unintentional, surprise.

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.

Gory overkill.