Directed by Preston DeFrancis. Written by DeFrancis and Trysta A. Bisett. Starring Marcienne Dwyer, Matt Dellapina, Eva Hamilton, Chris Hill, John Odom, Rocky Rector, Cameron Gordon and Sam Ashdown.
Plot: Alex reluctantly goes on the ultimate horror movie experience, not realizing the group is in real danger
First of all, me and DJ would never do this because unlike a lot of people, we freely admit that some things scare the hell out of us and we just don’t need that in our lives. Haha. Second of all, if we did go by some miracle, the minute the dude said that we had to give up our cell phones and that we can be shoved, but can’t shove back, we would’ve been out of there. With that being said, onto the deeper plot.
6 people meet up at a desolate gas station. They are 2 couples (Nathan and Alex, Pitch and Marina) and 2 males (Larry and Tim). From there they are “abducted” and brought to the woods where they have to hike to a campsite. During the night however, this crazy old dude (a huge horror cliche) tells them that they all need to leave before “they” come. Of course, no one decides to leave. And from there, things get really bad. Starting with one person being killed and then another and another and so on.
Another important aspect is that Alex, the survivor girl is an addict and like, just got out of rehab not too long ago. So, she’s hella fragile as it is and all her boyfriend does is say, “Have you taken your pills today?” Being bipolar myself, I’d punch him in the face if he didn’t believe me about what I’d seen and just wanted to blame my disorder.
Before the movie ending, me and DJ ended up completely lost. By the very end though, we found out that the confusion was intentional. But we weren’t impressed. The “twist” really needed some work. It was an interesting concept it just wasn’t executed properly. And there were no rules at all, which we hate.
Good news: the acting was impressive and there was a completely gratuitous boob shot. But these things weren’t enough to save the movie or it’s pathetic ending.
I suppose I could list my favorite movies here, but instead I'll give you a strange glimpse into what makes me TaraRomero.
1. I met George Romero. He was the kindest and sweetest man. He talked to me for longer than he should have with the line getting longer. He also held my hand. And when he noticed the ladybug I have tattooed on my wrist, he said he liked it and asked me it's name. Till then, it had not had a name. Now, I call him George.
2. I love stickers. All stickers. I just adore them. I even ask for stickers for Christmas! As a matter of fact, the birthday that just past, every member of my immediate family gave me sticker packs as gifts. Affordable and extremely appreciated.
3. I have never put much stock in astrology or horoscopes, but I LOVE the magic of the MBTI. Omg. I am an INFP and it actually sounds just like me. Introverted mostly. Creative always. Heart before head and not the most logical. Totally me! For better or worse.
4. It's no surprise I count horror so high up on the list of things that make me, me. However, it's so within my soul that I was part of the Horror Club in college. Interesting bunch. And even took a Horror Lit class as an elective. I got an A.
5. Coffee always makes me happy. Always. I'm particularly fond of caramel macchiatos. But I'll drink black coffee if it's the only thing available.
6. I hate shock for the sake of shock and endings that depress me. I always mention the movies Within (2016) and the Eli Roth produced, written and starred in, Aftershock (2012), as proof of this distate I have. I abhor the idea that just because I like horror, some people think I'd actually praise a movie that lets you think the "Final Girl" just made it through the night, only to slap her in the face with a tsunami.
7. We are big time animal people. I mean, if I could, I'd have an elephant, a bear, a zebra, a penguin, an otter and a meerkat, living with me. Seriously though. We have 2 dogs right now and 2 cats. Both cats we picked up when they each came to our front door hungry. And both dogs we got from 2 different sets of neighbors. Both who, unfortunately, don't know how to care for pets long-term. But they're happy and healthy now!!
8. Revisiting my love of horror, one of the above cats, my cat, is a little black guy named Church. Because Pet Sematary. His middle name is even Pascow. To give credit where credit's due, the name was DJ's idea. But he loves horror too!
9. I'm big into art. Along with movie posters and an Anne Frank quote, I have some actual paintings on my wall. I really think Dali paints beautifully when he wants to. And if I don't get to see Michaelangelo's Pieta in person some day, I will be very disappointed.
10. Lastly, I find Emily Dickinson's poetry intriguing. I took an elective course about her as well. But do you know I injected horror even there? I was given a poem to dissect and I picked one on death, of course. Then, I researched old "Death Photos" and even printed out copies for everyone in the class. They were so interested in looking at them that it stopped them from all looking at me, and I was able to deal quite well with my stage fright. Haha
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