The low-budget effort's premise takes a page from Saw: Tired of asshole goody-two-shoes getting in the way, the career criminal who calls himself Rickshaw (James Remar, TV's Dexter) wants his archenemies this story's superheroes to play a game. He has kidnapped 100 innocent civilians, rigged them to explosive devices and scattered them across town; our fantastic foursome has to adhere to his rules of reaching destinations in the nick of time and fighting opponents of his choosing before deactivating the bombs, or well, kablooey.
Split into two teams, Charge (writer/director Jason Trost), Cutthroat (Lucas Till, X-Men: First Class), Shadow (Sophie Merkley) and The Wall (Lee Valmassy) must set aside their dysfunction to save the day er, night. The villains they face include the cage-fighting Sledgesaw (Nick Principe, ChromeSkull of the Laid to Rest slasher series) and the maniacal Manpower (Sean Whalen, Rob Zombie's Halloween II), an Uncle Sam figure with a flamethrower.
As an action thriller, All Superheroes Must Die packs a punch, if only a mild one. But as a drama, it fails. Trost treats the material even more earnestly than he did with 2011's Dance Dance Revolution-esque gang war of The FP. The cast hasn't the knack to pull off the black-and-white flashbacks demonstrating their interpersonal relationships outside of the cowls and capes. Or perhaps the fault lay with leaden lines like, Pain is just a suggestion.
I vote both. When it's all said and done quickly, as the film runs a mere 78 minutes viewers are left with a heavily flawed thriller with a few more ticks in the plus column than the minus one. Still, it's amazing Trost was able to get this much out of $20,000. Remar's joyous performance alone is worth that figure several times over. Rod Lott