I saw this titled in the movie store with a few festival nods printed on the front and thought it might be a good, indie, low-budget watch. How wrong I was. The writing/story, or lack there of, is drawn out, packed with dialogue that is there for the sake of having dialogue and allows for no surprises. This is fine because the repetitive score is, more often than not, drowning out the actors thick accents. We are supposed to invest ourselves in a meandering, rarely-active protagonist and a grumpy, tweaked out young lady who occasionally allows a small detail about her past to slip. Other than that, the story is told mostly through randomly placed flashbacks or when the characters directly explain their pasts to one another in one on one chats. The cinematography is clunky, jarring, and while the location is beautiful in a 'barren-farm-hills' sort of way, it becomes tiring, recycled and bleak. Any action sequences are too dark to see and the 'dead' are really just rambling, raving infected people who can't seem to climb fences, or pose any real threat at all. I tried to love this movie, then I tried even harder to like it, and as my last resort I attempted to see it as a minimalist film, but even that failed tremendously. The only aspect of this movie that I can give credit to is the overwhelmingly bleak and isolated tone it creates. But then again, that could have just been in my head as the credits rolled after what can only be described as a bad film.
A bad movie is a bad movie and nothing about this flick escapes that label.
A bad movie is a bad movie and nothing about this flick escapes that label.