This subpar movie aims to shock, and it succeeds in that goal. How much violence, sex, profanity, and drug and alcohol abuse can get into a dark comedy-horror movie? Quite a lot, actually, and All My Friends Are Dead has absolutely no reservations about being as graphic and gratuitous as possible in every scene. The title sums up what happens, but before the untimely passings of these characters who get killed in a variety of ways, the movie is as much a sex farce as anything else. It's not especially funny or even very interesting, but it's impressive that the movie maintains such a frantic pace as it tells so many side stories of what's going on with this ensemble cast of characters. Casual sex, love, commitment, growing old, living for the moment, thinking of the future -- somehow all of these themes are addressed amidst scenes of kinky sex, a large death count, and a scene in which a lapsed Mormon talks with Jesus as he's losing his virginity.
The problem with the movie is that the characters aren't especially likable, and that's assuming there's even enough depth to the characters to make them likable or not. The movie is bursting with stale, stereotyped characters that have been passé since the randy teen sex comedies of the 1980s went out of style -- female characters who seem to exist solely to show their breasts to the camera, jerky guys who attract the ladies, dorky guys who don't attract the ladies, etc. Before most of them are killed in a scene that, admittedly, makes great use of the Mötley Crüe song "Kick Start My Heart," the characters and their stories are fueled by a tedious nihilistic hedonism that lost its shock value sometime in the 1990s. And all the gratuitous debauchery can't hide these shortcomings.