What is there to be said about April Fool’s Day? As already noted, its major point of interest — the only point of interest — lies in something we can’t talk about, though I’m not sure that mentioning it at all doesn’t pretty much give the game away. Otherwise, the film isn’t a whole lot more than a somewhat tepid and leisurely paced (it takes about 40 minutes to get to its first scare) Friday the 13th knock-off. Freshly-scrubbed teens — most of whom look like they stepped in from a breath-mint commercial — out for one of those hot weekends that turn out to be very ill-advised indeed. There is a certain archaeological value you in seeing what was considered appealing in 1986 — boys with feathered blow-dry hair, who — when shirtless — do not appear to spend every waking moment at a gym. (This second part I found rather refreshing, the hair somewhat less so.) Also in its favor is the fact that it’s rather good natured about its mayhem, which is to say that its grisly parts are never of the unpleasantly sadistic variety. It’s kind of fun. Just don’t be expecting an overlooked masterpiece.