
If all you're in the mood for is a horror movie that's going to offer up, at some point, a few memorable gore gags and some sexuality, then The Black Waters of Echo's Pond delivers. If you require a comprehensible plot with characters that don't make you want to set your head on fire to drown out the sound of them talking, on the other, more rational hand, then do not stop here. Those crucial items do not exist on Bologna's checklist.
Echo's Pond opens with an interesting enough, although familiar, conceit. A Turkish archaeological dig in the 1920s has unearthed a game of sorts dedicated to Pan, the God of Pandemonium. The artifact makes its way back to America but when the dig's sponsor arrives at his private island to collect the find he is met with the bloody aftermath of the game. Cut to a present day group of co-eds who have arrived at said private island to do what all co-eds in horror movies do; drink and have sex. When one of the group finds the ancient game, the new party objective is to drink and have sex while playing a board game.