We’ve all been there: you find out about a party, and despite knowing you’re going to hate it, you go anyway. And then, through no fault of your own, you end up doing six keg stands, a dozen shots, and someone shows up with a bunch of pizza. A good time is had by all. Well, that’s kind of how “Happy Death Day” was for me. I mean, there were no keg stands, shots or pizzas, but I went in KNOWING I was gonna have a bad time … and then I didn’t.