Prom Night: Critic Reviews

There's no need to wear a corsage to Prom Night. And leaving your higher brain functions at home might be a good idea, too.

For a film about erotomania, Prom Night is a curiously flaccid affair.

I liked the way in which the teens find ever-more elaborate pretexts to take themselves off, alone, into the darkness to investigate this or that.

There's no suspense or perversity. You don't care who lives or who dies -- just please make it soon.

A surprisingly effective teen-skewing thriller that soft-pedals graphic violence (in marked contrast to the R-rated 1980 original) while generating a fair degree of suspense.

Prom night is a night you're supposed to treasure, or at least remember 'forever.' This one is forgotten by the time you throw your empty popcorn bucket into the trash cans conveniently located near the exits on your way out.

There's absolutely zippo to fear about this movie, unless you're the kind of person who jumps when formula bogeymen do exactly what you'd expect them to do.

A bland, timid and thoroughly un-thrilling teen thriller.

It's a bore, even taking into account unintentional moments of humor that resulted in audience members jeering. This is a case study for Filmmaking Ineptitude 101.

About as spine-tingling as an algebra exam.

Though a remake in name only, Prom Night nevertheless improves considerably upon its eponymous predecessor...

This do-over isn't so much an improvement over the original as lousy in a whole new direction, a nearly bloodless slasher film with fewer surprises than a broken jack-in-the-box.

One of the most memorable nights in a teenager's young life is grist for a pretty unmemorable movie in this tame horror entry that follows conventions to the letter.

PROM NIGHT is a must avoid and is the real reason why studios don't screen certain movies for critics.

Well-dressed, sure, with a few kicks for green teens, but hardly a wild night.

Annoyingly, it's a rich premise that offers all sorts of possibilities...yet McCormick doesn't appear to be bothered.

A caffeine-free horror that's just as dull, disappointing and dispiriting as attending a real high school prom.

By far the worst 'slasher movie' remake to date, replaying all the cliches, but delivering none of the guilty pleasures.

Corny, monotonous and very far from scary

Bog-standard, unimaginative and oddly bloodless.

Every cheap-scare trick in the genre is deployed, but so feebly that not one of them works.