Uninspired take on the old "hook-on-the-car-door" urban myth. Essentially we have a group of very unlikeable teenagers graduating high school, gettin' drunk, havin' sex and being obnoxious as only Hollywood teens can. As their wild night of partyin' progresses ("party" used as a verb here) they wind up running over some guy in the middle of the road. Not wanting to get in trouble with the law they dump the body in the ocean and make a pact never to speak of the incident again. There's some mumbo jumbo about hopes and fears and dreams and shit, but I wasn't paying attention. Don't worry, you won't need to either.
One year later, they all come home for summer break and start receiving letters stating "I know what you did last summer". The rest of the movie is spent running from a man in a black fisherman's slicker as he flails a large iron hook around. Well, that and trying to get to the bottom of the mystery! Who is this person? Why is he trying to kill us? Why are there so many men in black fisherman slickers on a sunny day in the North Carolina summer? How does Freddy Prinze Jr. have an acting career? The truth turns out to be full of twists and surprises. The person they thought they killed wasn't who they thought and the person trying to kill them isn't who it should be and the dead guy might not even be dead and and and - oh it's so clever! My head is still spinning from all of the twists. It's like a less bloody version of Murder She Wrote or a live action episode of Scooby Doo.
Both Sarah Michelle Gellar and Freddie Prinze Jr. would later go on to star in two Scooby Doo films. Mmmm, that's good irony.