Review: It has its sharp moments, but ‘Bodies Bodies Bodies’ could use a few corpse corrections

In the smirky, squirmy comic freakout “Bodies Bodies Bodies,” a bunch of rich, horny 20-somethings throw a party during a hurricane, only to find themselves trapped in a bloody charnel house of horrors.

“This is not a safe space,” quips the tagline; presumably “Haha, get it?” didn’t fit on the one-sheet. Thoroughly taken with its own antic almost-cleverness, the movie is a grisly post-millennial whodunit, graced with actors who are reliably good whether they’re being slashed, bludgeoned or reduced to cheap satirical punchlines. The most revealingly ugly scene finds a handful of surviving characters clinging to some of the Extremely Online generation’s more obnoxious social media pieties: “I’m an ally!” “Feelings are facts!” “A podcast is a lot of work!”

OK, that last one