Stinging satire if you know how to take it

Rating: Null/10 (19 September 2001)

Spoiler alert.
In my favorite scene in the film, the main character-- whom we will call Reagan-Boy-- has a guest sitting on his couch, calmly sipping wine and listening to Reagan-Boy pontificate in fine, pointless MBA babble-speak about the intricacies of his favorite Huey Lewis album. All the while the guest nods and politely uh-huhs, perhaps thinking the weighty discourse on the mundane topic incongruous, but still not taking enough of a hint, as Reagan-Boy puts on a plastic rain-coat and fetches a fire ax to slaughter his guest.
Why does Reagan-Boy act this way? Is it to vent his monumental rage that he isn't a genius? --That the depth of a man who obsesses over the embossing of his business cards will never be recognized by those pesky insects called "fellow human beings"? --Because he is on a lifelong streak and can seemingly do whatever his dark heart desires without consequence? This last, I think. The 80s were a time when immoral action not only seemed to go unpunished, but was resoundingly rewarded with power position and political office; Reagan-Boy's situation speaks directly to that aspect of the decade.
As a satire of the time and of a certain generation, this film succeeds on the level of They Live. I give it 8 stars. It doesn't belong on anyone's Best Horror Film List, but on their best Satire List, probably.