On the positive, this little number has that grimy retro grindhousey feel without feeling like it came out of a box of Tarantino-inspired ready-made video filters. The downside is that it’s a fairly rotten movie.
Not worthless, mind you. Of all the shitty horror movies I’ve seen this isn’t the worst offender, it has a little something unique going for it, but it’s still your basic discount horror bargain basement offering, and since I have to watch a certain amount of crappy horror content (because they’re more fun to review) I prefer that they are a good 3-out-of-10 sort, rather than a 1-outa-10. 1-outs-10’s are just the worst, painful to watch, leave me looking at my watch thinking “Has it been 73 minutes yet? I’ve never SEEN a 73-minute movie take so long to finally release me from its clutches so I can vengefully shit all over it on a website no one reads.”
Townie farmer in a cherubic Leatherface mask abducts college kids from a wilderness party (is that a thing in college? Rent a rural hunting cabin and have a mild-intensity party in it?) and locking them in his horse stables and breaking them like horses.
As if college students didn’t have it bad enough, right? They are pressed into higher education standards that they can’t afford, in debt for their entire young-adult lives, only to be unable to get a house of their own and a job they thought they would like and now are stuck with because they can’t afford NOT to work it, AND if that all weren’t bad enough, they are the primary targets for all the creepers and killers and possessed clowns and semi-humanoid lizard monsters and robot zombies of the world. Ever see the horror movie where a killer stalks the halls of a welding college campus? Culinary institute? Cosmetology school? No! Always a schmantzy liberal arts type college with the sorority dames and the football bros. It’s a creep’s very favorite thing to torture kill and eat.
No thank you!
So they’re all livestock to be “broken” and then sold to rich old gross guys who come on shopping trips to the people-store, but the insult-to-grievous-injury part is they’re also sharing a stable with another prisoner – crazy girl who knows the score but she’s completely nutso and completely irritating. What would be worse, having parts of a still-alive you cut off and hung on a meat hook or having to spend just one more night with this barking-mad hick chick singing “Little Bunny Foo-Foo” over and over until dawn?