You don't mess with the Brits because they know filmmaking. They know suspense. They create twists that wring you speechlessly impressed and dumbfounded, if not singly, surely both altogether. Having recently acquired a new kind of fear for social networking sites in Panic Button (2011), there is a story that used the risque Truth or Dare game to a whole new, messier level. I kept calm and sorely carried on.
As one tries not to be swooned over by their insatiable British accents, the plot escalates carefully, one relatively choosing the Truth at some point to have lost sustenance from that initial, driving interest. Respin the bottle and choose Dare to finish the film as its twist happens towards the end, the last ten (10) minutes. Trust Russovoir the twist will crease one's face to a gaping realization.
There is a sixteen generations old reputation that must be protected at all costs. Even to the point of tying all loose ends, to say the least (and euphemistic). Five (5) friends were invited to a party at an exclusivity of just them on the checklist. When the host was declared dead, the party couldn't be more dead as it was awakened.
A confession has to be done and unlike the rules of the proposed game, everyone is a victim even after the bottle has spun. They may be lying, or the wrong lot arranged aggresively in a circle, but one thing is not spinning for odds, someone somehow sometime has to die.
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