Pity poor Cliff (Martin Donovan). (Or don’t. He’s a real dick.) His wife Abbey (Julia Benson) gets hideously burned in a car accident that happened while he was driving. He’s very sad about that, but he’s also going to be ten million dollars richer once the lawsuit against the car company goes through – unless his mother-in-law scores it with her media campaign to stop the Do Not Resuscitate order Cliff requested out of what, in fairness, certainly seemed to be a genuine desire to do right by his rather shallow wife.
Of course, that’s before he figures out that every time Abbey’s heart stops she slips the leash and starts killing people. That realization’s a real game-changer.
“Right to Die” delivers the gory hilarity that “The Washingtonians” aimed for and missed. Any show that gives me the glorious visual of severed body parts falling off the top of a SmartCar like plywood bits out of a broken IKEA crate pretty much wins that game; not to mention the sheer satisfaction of watching thoroughly unpleasant people die in creative ways.
Actually, I’m only assuming Abbey was an unpleasant person before the events of the movie. I don’t even care. I love her. I want to have a standing Sunday brunch with her and watch her drown the barista in a terrible steamed-milk incident if he accidentally gives her soy instead of 2%.
So what’s the verdict? Three stars. Three and a half, let’s say. I almost gave it four just for the sheer hilarity of the last ten or fifteen minutes. If you like horror comedy, you’ll want to watch this one.