1 out of 5

Director: Scott McCullough

Look at all the great one star reviews on Netflix. Sadly, I can’t offer a different opinion: this is a pretty bad movie. A plot that doesn’t care if you care about it, some degrees of potentially interesting elements spoiled by poor acting, predictably “cool” editing, and ridiculously f-word filled, posturing dialogue. I could’ve sworn this was a no-budget by a film student who loved Guy Ritchie, but then Richard Tyson pops up for a second and that sort of made the whole event even sadder, ’cause that means this was probably a DTV. Not that those are any higher quality than no-budgets, but, well, it means somebody paid for this to be put together. Anyway – Lucas (Christopher Backus) apparently wakes up from a poor attempt at burying him alive. You wouldn’t know this except for its printed in the plot summary and Lucas stutters it out to people several times with the intensity of someone telling you they stubbed their toe and it really hurts. Sure, the film shows Luke waking up in some dirt, but its heavily chopped up and edited and splashed with some hip music and a droning voiceover, so from shot one… you already don’t care. Shot two introduces us to Luke’s best friend Doug who – spoiler alert – obviously orchestrated the whole thing because he’s the one the movie doesn’t point a finger at. I really couldn’t tell if this was meant to be a twist or not. Whatever. Actors seem to be reading lines off a script moments before filming them, and some swearing covers up a lot of back and forth regarding who did what until a final boring shootout. It’s easy to knock films having never made one – I’m sure they require a lot more effort than I can possibly appreciate. But that means its all the more important to make your 92-minute film with at least some iota of interest for a viewer.