Molly Keller, played by AJ Cook, is my kinda girl. She’s one of those too-cynical, too-impatient, too-critical for the rest of the world types. Nobody likes her, but that’s okay because she doesn’t like them. I like her and so I enjoyed this movie, even if the plot sets a new standard for “contrived”. 
Like Mila Kunis in American Psycho 2, AJ Cook is in college taking one of those Serial Killer History classes that are so popular in B-movies. The effete professor talks up cliches about “getting inside the mind of a serial killer”, the other kids are the usual ax bait goofballs, and AJ’s on the sullen side because all of her friends got hacked up by a psycho a few years back on a trip and she was the only survivor. The class is divided into study groups and it doesn’t take long before the kids in AJ’s group start dying off one-by-one, presumably, by the hand of the maniac from her past who, for some reason, has started recreating the old Jack the Ripper slayings.
The kids figure that the killer is probably someone from class and they decide to use their knowledge as Serial Killer History majors to crack the case. Naturally, this involves a rainy late night meeting at their instructor’s cabin in the woods, secluded but for the sawmill only a short jog away, and they all carpool there in a jeep with no locks on the doors.
And that’s not even the MOST contrived part of the movie. At 113 minutes, they could and should have cut out all that jive about the initials of the victims.
What saves this movie are the kills. They’re light on the gore, but good on the suspense. I liked the one in the morgue.