I wouldn't normally bother to write anything about a movie this bad, but the very premise is so silly it deserves to be mocked aloud. Here's the movie: James Van Der Beek is desperate to make a critical screenwriting deadline (uh... OK), so he locks himself into his apartment to finish up a new screenplay "even if it kills him." That screenplay that will save his career? It's about a clown. Who comes back from the dead.

That really ought to be everything you need to know.