A different way of telling a story

This is a tender, generous movie that likes its characters and presents them as real people, full of flaws and strengths.

a film so unique, intoxicating and bizarre that it not only demands another viewing, but is also forgivable as a satirical comedy where the jokes eventually take the back seat.

If you're interested in the topic at hand, you should just watch it and judge yourself because the reviews have gone very biased by people that didn't even watch it and just hate (or love) the creator. I liked it, it was well written, narrated, and directed and it was about a topic that interests me.

Let me get this straight; a group of men sat down, had a meeting, and decided that they were going to make a movie. They wrote a script, got funding, hired actors, SFX people, crew, etc. to make said film. People woke up every day to go to work to make this, and not ONE SINGLE PERSON saw what was being made and said, "I'm out!". I am not even using hyperbole here when I say that this has got to be one of the worst turds I have ever had the misfortune of poisoning my eyes with. Nothing about this movie makes sense, and everything is just so poorly done, I am shocked that anyone would want to have their name attached to it.This is what I think really happened; a bunch of High School drop-outs came into some money and decided to make a film for the sole purpose of seeing some females naked. Everything about this movie revolves around unattractive girls showing off their surgery, and after the third girl spent more than 6 minutes staring at herself in the mirror, I wondered if anyone even cared about the plot. Look, porn isn't rare anymore. You don't have to watch these types of movies to see breasts. Why do the man-children that make these movies think that anyone would enjoy seeing these poor excuses for actors? Not a single one of them a talented actor, yet they are parading around like they are being paid to be "hot". It's unfortunate, and truly a testament to how maturity and intelligence play a big role in how successful the end result of any film production might be.The sole saving grace of this movie were the antagonists; they were vicious,they didn't speak, and they killed without prejudice. It's a damn shame that such an effective villain was wasted on this PlayboyTV reject of a movie.Case in point, I will put the names of everyone involved in this on a list of crappy movies and make it a point to avoid anything and everything any one of them is ever involved in. I am tired of these types of individuals taking advantage of the horror genre simply because it doesn't require much effort. Avoid this film and never spend any moneyon anything these people ever make.Tragic film-making at its worst.

This is dreadful. A 'skin-flick' laced with sardonic dialogue and crazy, horny teens for whom taking selfies is a way of life and every line is a sexual innuendo. Classy it isn't, but even as a soft-core film, it lacks the courage to provide anything in the way of titillation that isn't 'cleverly' masked by shadows, shower curtains or foliage. Here is a world where everyone aspires to look and act in exactly the same way and casually roll off identical low-brow dialogue.Perhaps it is novel for a film featuring such cutesy smart-arses to begin when the youngsters have already suffered some unspeakable horror and are searching through the night for sanctuary, because that is how this kicks off. We don't know why the scantily-clad youngsters are in the middle of a woodland (even though it transpires they are actually seconds away from suburbia) or what manner of jeopardy they have suffered. Who cares? Not the people behind this bore-fest. After finding an empty house in which to shower and continue to drink (clearly these are priorities), the second male of their number (I'm not sure they even have names, although I heard one called Billy at some point) heads to a bar five minutes away to call for help, but gets side-tracked by yet more rampant girl teens.A joke is attempted. When one teen says to another he's 'At Wes Craven (the name of the bar, I think)', his friend says, 'Wes Craven? Used to be cool but now … eeeeeeewww.' Apparently this is a spoof of 1980's horror 'flicks'. But it really isn't. There's nothing remotely funny here, there's no concept of story, no reasoning for anything, no pretence at the first level of making the viewer want to continue watching beyond the repeated lame nudity teases. It's the worst film I've seen for a very long while and just exists to fill the running time with no discernible lack of talent on display (and yet it appears to be adequately budgeted and directed.Couldn't the money have been spent on something else?) Even the special effects, never called on to do much, fail to convince, with only gurgling sound effects laid over the soundtrack to let us know that a gore scene is being attempted. More fulfilling to simply watch some straightforward pornography and miss out on the stilted, unfunny drivel in between repeated cleavage shots. Awful.

Well where to start, a good start for my first review for possibly the worst horror film ever made. A continual run of horror clichés and considerable over use of female nudity.As a film there is a thin plot (we start halfway through whatever is happening to these people), the acting is terrible and the opening credits set the tone by being shown over bouncing breasts.The characters seem to just do whatever they feel like without taking into account what is happening, such as ringing your cousin not long after the murder of a friend instead of maybe the police? Characters are basically best described by actions and clothing, such as running guy, blonde in pants, blonde who gets naked, really no development hereUnless you want to watch 90 minutes of women in underwear, including a woman who goes to a bar with at least 5 changes of bra) give this a miss

I wanted to see a scary story, brief nudity, and teens/young adults in danger. The bonus was Kane Hodder. The movie gave me what I wanted. It's not Oscar-worthy, but interesting enough to make me want to see the prequel. Like most movies with new directors, especially if they are the writer, there was not enough edited out. Seeing every detail of Troit called for a ride and his uninteresting interactions with his girlfriend, bartender, and another girl (who didn't need to be present at all) slowed the whole movie down. Same for Noah going to a bar for help, which he didn't seem to do. There were several scenes that could have been cut completely, but I assume the director just wanted to get several people into the movie. OK, so they have their SAG cards now, hopefully this won't be the case in the prequel.