L.A. Slasher

Satire is a tricky thing. It's best when executed in such a way that not only is the subject amusingly ridiculed, but some alternative to the current state of affairs is suggested. L.A. Slasher, a would-be cutting-edge indictment of reality TV, fails at either of these, and in several other ways besides.
Director Martin Owen assembles a collection of Hollywood aspirants (Brooke Hogan, Korrina Rico), old-timers (Eric Roberts, Danny Trejo), Drake & Josh co-stars (Drake Bell, Marisa Lauren), and Mischa Barton for his cast. They're given titles instead of actual names ("The Actress," "The Heiress"), the better to justify their eventual torture/murder. The masked Slasher is voiced by Andy Dick, because nothing gives weight to your criticism of reality television like having it voiced by a guy who appeared in Celebrity Wife Swap.

For future reference, when filming a withering condemnation of modern pop culture, it's helpful to refrain from using references that have passed their shelf life before release. Twenty-plus years removed from the debut of The Real World, Owen is outpaced by the subject of his outrage, dropping Teen Mom and Snooki references when there have been fake gay bachelors on The Bachelorette. You can't compete with that.

All satire becomes dated eventually, but the best examples -- like Network -- still resonate for what they said about their era. L.A. Slasher isn't perceptive, shocking, or funny, and if it's remembered for anything, it will be for the tastelessly tone-deaf decision to have the Slasher kill a black actress by dragging her behind a van.