My Bloody Valentine is a formulaic horror movie hardly worthy of its “R” rating because of its “strong sexuality” and “graphic nudity.”
Unlike most movies in which the introduction is lengthy, My Bloody Valentine features an axe-wielding, fully-suited miner who begins slashing characters to pieces in the first five minutes. The camera lingers on the victims after their deaths, which is quite a gory sight. 
In one scene, an older man is having sex with a model in a hotel room. Naturally, the model is not pleased once she finds out he had filmed them. As he exits the room, she chases after him in the parking lot—fully unclothed.
After the murderer puts an axe through the man’s head (like most of the other characters), the model trots around naked for another 10 minutes as the miner-killer chases her. Little discretion is used in creative editing—she bears all.
Characters are constantly tripping as the unknown killer is in pursuit. Throughout the 101-minute movie, I found myself yelling internally—“Get up! Run!” No one trips that much.
In another scene, two grocery store employees search for the cause of a power outage with the killer on the loose. They trip multiple times on their way to a back room in which they trap themselves rather than simply exiting the store!
 “Bloody” is a better description of the film than “Valentine,” as romance is loosely connected.
 The so-called “twist” is not much of a twist. Most can probably tell the killer is one of two characters by the end.
 Mildly entertaining despite its graphic nature, My Bloody Valentine is little more than an axe-wielding maniac’s chasing down young adults—a simple variation on the classic horror-movie model.