Yawn-inducing stuff.How on earth it's heavenly possible to colossally screw up a slasher film as incessantly as the godawful Final Exam does is simply incomprehensible. Set at a North Carolina college, the proceedings open with a double slaying of a necking couple parked at a deserted lovers lane, which is entirely acceptable for this particular subgenre; but, inexplicably, we spend almost an entire hour afterwards with absolutely no bloodletting whatsoever in the company of mostly inept actors portraying mostly boring higher-learning characters, with the killings later on direly uncreative and ineptly staged. Devoid of both atmosphere and suspense, Final Exam doesn't even bother to give us the slightest inkling of motivation on the part of the killer; in fact, even when the ending credits start rolling we still haven't been provided with even the man's identity - he was just a huskily-built, middle-aged man clad in a green army jacket. No agreeable gore and nudity to be had, just a plethora of boring talking-heads scenes, with the egregious writer/director Danny Huston displaying all the finesse of a backwoods traffic cop. Only an appealing actor by the name of Joel S. Rice makes an impression. Playing the nebbish nerd on campus, he admirably infuses the character with unexpected humility all the while skirting cheap stereotype. Any five minutes of Tony Maylam's standout slasher The Burning which came out earlier in the year leaves the ninety-minute entirety of this all-out abomination in the absolute dust.You'd be better off on academic probation.