Murder Party 2007

Here’s my rephrased version:

In a peculiar turn of events, Christopher, a solitary meter maid, stumbles upon an enigmatic invitation to a Halloween bash dubbed “Murder Party” on the streets of Brooklyn. With a creative spark, he crafts a makeshift knight costume from cardboard and sets off to attend the mysterious gathering, only to discover that it’s actually a sinister trap set by a coterie of deranged art students. Among the costumed attendees are Paul (a brooding vampire), Macon (a lycanthropic werewolf), Sky (a zombie cheerleader with a flair for the macabre), Lexi (the enigmatic Pris from Blade Runner), and Bill (a Baseball Fury from The Warriors). Their true intention is to orchestrate a gruesome murder as an art installation, hoping to impress their wealthy and malevolent patron, Alexander, who has promised a substantial arts grant in exchange. Chris brings along a loaf of pumpkin raisin bread, which Sky devours with reckless abandon - only to reveal her allergy to non-organic raisins, suffer a fatal fall, and succumb to her own demise. The group hastily conceals the body, mortified by their actions.

Alexander arrives at the Murder Party with an enigmatic friend, Zycho (whose true nature is shrouded in mystery), accompanied by his dog, Hellhammer - a canine claimed to possess dingo-like ferocity. Alexander casually reveals that Zycho serves as his drug dealer, and the air thickens with tension. As each member of the Murder Party contributes their own twisted ideas for the impending murder, drugs and alcohol fuel their deliberations. They decide to wait until the witching hour, when they will strike Chris down in unison. Macon departs to procure pizza, only to return to find Alexander and Lexi engaged in a torrid affair - prompting him to drown his sorrows in drink and inadvertently set himself ablaze, a fact that only Chris notices. Meanwhile, Paul, an artist with a passion for photography, grows frustrated as no one assists him in capturing the perfect shot of Chris, now unwittingly at the center of this macabre spectacle.

As tedium settles in, the group resorts to a game of truth or dare infused with Sodium Pentothal’s potent revelations, shedding light on their most deeply buried secrets. The exception being Alexander, who injects his dose into a slice of pizza, much to everyone else’s bewilderment. Each member’s admissions reveal mostly trivial aspects of their lives, but they’re all united in their attempts to coerce Alexander into confessing the existence of grant money. Bill, typically reserved, discovers that the group has been mocking him and plotting to expel him due to his exceptionally superior artistic endeavors. Macon opens up about his long-standing love for Lexi, sharing a nostalgic tale of when they shared a popsicle on a water tower in their high school days. He even presents a memento - the leftover popsicle stick - only to be rebuffed by Lexi herself. Meanwhile, Alexander dispatches Zycho to procure some crank.

As frustration mounts due to the lack of assistance with his photography, Paul reaches out to his professional associate, much to the group’s displeasure since their assistant is oblivious to the murder party unfolding around them. An argument erupts, and Paul decides to take matters into his own hands by administering a dose of truth serum to Alexander. The group presses him about the grant once more, only to uncover a stunning revelation: Alexander is an imposter, masquerading as a fry cook who plans to eliminate the group, pilfer their artwork, and peddle it at a profit since he believes its value will increase. Lexi stumbles upon Macon engulfed in flames, and she, along with the assistant, manages to extinguish the blaze.

Just as things seem to be settling down, Zycho returns with a bag of crank, and Alexander immediately instructs him to wipe out everyone present. Paul takes a bullet to the head but appears more irritated than injured, while the assistant also suffers a similar fate. Zycho turns his attention to Lexi, prompting Macon, despite his severe burns, to revive from unconsciousness and unleash hell with an electric chainsaw, brutally dispatching Zycho in the process.

As chaos ensues, Hellhammer indulges in the bag of crank and then turns on Alexander. Bill, now completely unhinged, decides that everyone must meet their demise and takes out Lexi with an axe. The ensuing commotion allows Macon to escape, but not before he’s pursued by Bill wielding a baseball bat.

Lexi promptly sets about freeing Chris from his restraints, but her efforts are short-lived as Bill, driven by madness, begins stalking the last surviving member of the group - Chris. Meanwhile, Hellhammer and Alexander engage in a brutal struggle, with Bill eventually finishing off the wounded Alexander with a decisive blow. The hunt for Chris is on, with Macon, now fully recovered from his ordeal, hot on Bill’s heels, hell-bent on avenging Lexi’s untimely demise.

As the pursuit reaches a fever pitch, Chris makes a desperate bid to blend in with the eclectic crowd at an art student’s impromptu gathering. Bill, however, becomes increasingly incensed as he searches for Alexander, fueled by Cicero’s inquiry about the whereabouts of the missing individual and a promised grant that hangs precariously in the balance. His ire reaching a boiling point, Bill seizes upon the performance art exhibit as a means to exact revenge on the entire scene, methodically dispatching each artist with calculated brutality before setting his sights on Chris.

Meanwhile, Macon, who had stumbled into the party, has been busy finding an outlet to plug in his chainsaw. In a moment of ill-fated timing, he tumbles from the rooftop as the saw roars to life, leaving it precariously dangling outside a window behind Chris. As Bill closes in on his quarry with an axe, Chris seizes the opportunity to turn the tables, snatching the still-running chainsaw and bringing it crashing down upon Bill’s skull in a desperate bid for self-preservation.

As the dust settles, Chris delivers a defiant cry of “I JUST WANTED TO PARTY!” amidst the carnage, before appropriating a security guard’s phone to summon emergency services. It’s clear that this is no mere artistic expression – it’s a stark, brutal reality. The assembled partygoers, oblivious to the horrors that have transpired, view the gruesome tableau as yet another innovative art installation.

As Chris extricates himself from the scene of the crime, he makes his way back to his humble abode, where Sir Lancelot, the feline monarch, finally relinquishes its claim on Chris’s chair. With a sense of relief washing over him, Chris collapses into the now-empty chair and flips on the TV, still clad in his blood-soaked knight costume – a constant reminder of the mayhem that has unfolded.