Such is surely the case in D.J. Viola’s B-blood and gore flick Tell Me How I Die, in which a gathering of youthful undergrads are tucked away in a bulky and disengaged medical office while being paid to take an interest in the trial of another memory-curing drug. Surprisingly the medication works great, having the unintended reaction of giving its clients the capacity to see into what’s to come.
Which, on account of this hapless gathering of human guinea pigs, ends up being their own particular passings on account of a desperate crazy person who must take the same medication himself, since he appears to realize what they’re going to do before they do it. Goodness, and there simply happens to be a furious snow squall outside.