Mollywood, a Psychological Thriller, follows a serial killer who disguises himself as a drug dealer in order to “deliver” young people their worshiped drugs. The serial killer is simultaneously tracked by a determined detective in the city.

This is serial killer by the book. When I heard the premise of this film, my first thought was, “Oh, man! Psychedelic serial killer movie! Dope!” …I apologize for that last.

But I was to be sadly disappointed. Mollywood is the opposite of a good trip. That idea is still dope, but it is not this movie. In fact, the elements designed to show drug use are really pretty laughable.

There is no real mystery element, as we know the murderer right away. We open the film with a killing, and though”Chase” the killer’s face is usually obscured by his hoodie, shades, or camera angles, his identity is not unknown for long. His madness is religious in nature, but his voiceover recital of fake Bible-sounding monologues fails to intimidate.

And despite dozens of deaths, no one actually seems to care very much.

“This is Chicago. There’s a murder every commercial break.”

Zach, an undercover cop — already on two strikes for behavior issues — is trying to crack the case of brutal mutilations and ODs of unusual drugs surrounding “Mollywood,” the street name for a music fest known for its access to molly and other drugs. It’s rave-like, but there ain’t no PLUR here.

Waka Flocka Flame is the starpower draw, apparently, playing one of the DJs. This looks like the first feature film for most of the rest of the cast.

Waka Flocka Flame has a bad night.

Here’s the thing: whether you’re a procedural buff or a serial killer fan, the protagonist you choose to root for here is kind of a dick. The killer’s motive seems to be “God wants me to kill druggies, and that is convenient because I enjoy torture and murder.” The detective’s motive is “The kids!” but he is a dick to women, and his attempts to be “street” to fit in with the crowd he is infiltrating come off a lot like Steve Buscemi’s “How do you do, fellow kids?” meme.

To be fair, there’s some fun and creative murder, and if that’s a draw for you, this movie might be worth it.

Morocco Vaughn got his start with music videos, and it shows. Weird jump cuts, slow-motion shots and sped-up scenes abound, and in weird places. Watching Zach get dressed, for example. Is that supposed to be sexy, maybe? The character is not sexy, though I think he’s supposed to exude that bad-boy charm that seems popular in film.

For a music video producer, the movie overall is murky without being successfully moody.

The end credit music is really fun, though: Krewella’s “Dead AF” — It’ll get stuck in your head.