Tags: Cameron Diaz | Christian Slater | Daniel Stern | Jon Favreau | Leland Orser | Peter Berg

In a year filled with jokes about death and bodily secretions, Very Bad Things easily ranks as the most tasteless, wickest comedies ever.

Writer-director Peter Berg, taking a cue from the Coen Brothers and the Farrelly Brothers, crafts a dark story you might call a pre-nuptial male bonding story about homicide.

Think psycho Diner or Reservoir Dogs meets There's Something About Mary. Five buddies head to Las Vegas to throw a stag party that involves alcohol, drugs and a prostitute.

Things go wrong. There is an accident. Rather than calling the police, Christian Slater convinces his pals to dispose of this "105-pound problem"in the desert.

But then, things go even more wrong. The body count begins to rise. Their lives spin out of control. Murder and mayhem take over, and for sheer horrible stuff to look at, Very Bad Things is in a field by itself. Scary? Expect to be immobilized by the fear of wetting your pants laughing. Why anyone would laugh at the events in Very Bad Things is no doubt material for a Ph.D. in something. Don't say you weren't warned in advance.

And while it's great to see Slater onscreen again and still doing his trademark Jack Nicholson thing, Cameron Diaz represents the movie's strongest presence as the controlling bride who will stop at nothing to have the wedding of her dreams, a woman who stops any objections to her fanatical wedding plans with a simple but effective, "Do you love me?"