New York yuppie breaks up with his fiance, so he becomes gym-rat Jenkins and dates his boss after some marathon mirror-flexing. Hot stuff! He bumps into an old friend from out if town and is wicked psyched about it. They would have a great bro-mance thing going if the outa-town friend wasn’t an intergalactic warrior sent to eliminate space clones!
Yep, totes bonkers. Definitely too nutso to have his own nail gun, someone really should do something about that. Drag! Coulda been like old times. But here, take a key to my apartment and feel free to keep all your very small knives down in my basement that you can turn into your own personal bat cave.
It’s not your standard horror movie… it’s marketed as an indie horror movie. “Indie” is another word for artsyclassycollegeaducatedhorror. You can feel you’re better than all your creep friends when you watch this one.
“I feel this one speaks to the zeitgeist, wherein the plight of the unhoused and mentally-challenged are treated merely as… well you know it’s a fascinating glance into the America we’ve become and challenges you the viewer to come to terms with your…”
Oh shut up, Carl, no one cares.