Tamara: Critic Reviews

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

Survives solely on the repetitive pleasures of genre.

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.

There are few words to describe the awfulness of this movie, but let's give it the old college try: dismal, depressing, embarrassing and utterly lacking in any artistic or social worth.

After a sly middle, the third act is just slasher-flick cliches; worse, it largely keeps Tamara offscreen. Villainy shouldn't be outsourced.

The film has its dubious pleasures.

You know things aren't going well when it gets tedious watching a teen girl strut around in short shorts and a loose top and you're waiting for her to use the ax and get it over with

A really dumb, derivative rip-off, slovenly constructed and played with the sort of ludicrous earnestness that just misses being bad enough to qualify as high camp.

Este aspirante a Carrie, a Estranha segue todas as convencoes do genero a ponto de se tornar previsivel ja aos 5 minutos de projecao, e o elenco de canastroes so piora a experiencia.

There is nothing whatever special here, but it adequately achieves its modest ambitions.

Those looking for a update on Carrie could do worse than this.

By now, we all know what you did last summer and have had our ticket punched at our final destination. And nerdy girls have been turning hot and wreaking revenge on their nemeses at least since ZZ Top's heyday.

Surely independent horror has more to offer than this.

Tamara is a mostly enjoyable horror romp and well worth a look if you're into supernatural thrills, witchy women and revenge of the nerds.

An entry into the cycle of avenging teen-girl pictures, in which the filmmakers try gamely to put a unique spin on familiar material, but eventually fall back on by-the-numbers tropes.

Tamara thinks it's a supernatural tale, but really it's just another Fatal Attraction retread with a supernatural twist, and a climax that just screams: sequel. Don't hold your breath.

Carrie Meets River's Edge.

This indie death-feast, directed by Jeremy Haft and penned by Jeffrey Reddick (co-writer of Final Destination), was initially slated to debut on video. Watching it, you'll wonder why the distributor changed its plans.

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

As relatively stylish on the surface as it is resoundingly familiar beneath, Tamara should prove more than serviceable enough for the hardcore horror fans.

A "Buffy episode without any of the usual cast.