This is without a doubt amongst the most pathetic movies that have ever crossed my optic nerve.

Some violently stupid teenagers are marooned on an island, and immediately conclude it must be uninhabited and decide to have a clam bake. They get captured by the creepy henchmen of a psychopath, were they go about the moronic task of "splitting up to cover more ground" in a stumbling manner that makes Scooby and the gang look like genetically enhanced Stephen Hawking clones.

They soon get caught, and the psycho goes to hunt them for sport. During the chase they encounter a screaming lunatic, who the killer apparently knows. The lunatic lives and dies without us ever having the faintest idea who he is or how he got there.

In the boring finish, the Psychopath is killed by a henchmen who he left to die, and said henchman has apparently become immune to bullets.

In the words of Jay Sherman, it stinks!