I don't know if you've ever seen it, but it's a fuckin' belter. It's an early 90s trashy horror, starring Edward "John Connor" Furlong as a young geeky high schooler (with limp!) who gets embroiled in a 'virtual reality' game where he must stalk and kill people around his neighbourhood. Egged on by the game's 'Trickster' (look, that's him on the cover, aren't you scared? Go on, admit it, you've shat yourself), he embarks on a virtual killing spree each night, unhampered by his gimpy leg.
But, dun-dun-dun, is it a game? Bodies start popping up everywhere and Frank "Skeletor" Langella turns up as a detective trying to make sense of the bloodshed. And Furlong's his number one suspect.
It gets a whopping 5.2 on IMDB, so you know it's not gonna be Apocalypse Now, but who cares. Our brains all need a certain amount of shite films to keep ticking over, and this is ideal fodder.
Buy it cheap and break it out at your next all night drinking session.
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