Film

Very Bad Things

Name: Very Bad Things
Genre: Comedy, Crime, Thriller
Released: 1998
Cast: Christian Slater, Cameron Diaz, Jon Favreau, Leland Orser, Jeremy Piven

Very Bad Things is a nasty, gleeful 90s black comedy about a Las Vegas bachelor party that ends with a dead stripper in the bathroom — and gets worse from there. Peter Berg directs an ensemble of likable actors playing ordinary suburban men choosing self-preservation over decency, one shovel at a time. It's for people who want their comedy pitch-black, morally bankrupt, and utterly without a hero.

TMDb rating

6.3

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