#AMFAD: All My Friends Are Dead
A group of college friends rent an Airbnb for the biggest music festival of the year. But their weekend of partying quickly takes a turn, as the group is murdered one by one, in correspondence with the seven deadly sins.
Callum reviewed
November 5, 2025•
⭐½ – #AMFAD: All My Friends Are Dead – Slasher Fatigue with a Hashtag
There are films you forget because time dulls them, and then there are films you forget while you’re still watching them. #AMFAD: All My Friends Are Dead lands squarely in the latter category — a modern slasher built from recycled tropes, cheap irony, and an overinflated sense of self-awareness. It’s the cinematic equivalent of someone shouting “look how edgy I am” while tripping over the body count.
The setup isn’t terrible: a group of social-media-obsessed friends gather for a music festival, only to find themselves being picked off one by one. On paper, it could’ve been a darkly funny commentary on influencer culture or digital narcissism. In practice, it’s a flat, forgettable gore fest with characters so paper-thin you can almost see the script through them.
Nobody here seems particularly invested — not the cast, not the writers, and certainly not the editor. The kills lack creativity, the dialogue lacks wit, and even the attempts at “meta” horror come off as accidental. You get the sense the title might have been the pitch meeting, the poster, and the only good idea all at once.
There’s not enough here to truly hate, but even less to recommend. It’s a film that vanishes from memory the moment the credits roll — which, mercifully, is its kindest feature.
🥤 Pairing: A flat can of energy drink — loud branding, all sugar, no flavour, and best thrown away halfway through.