…head sunk into my smart phone as the world continues to rage against itself…
…a too-perfect summation of the more-of-the-same school of filmmaking…
…cannot quite overcome a tired sense of informed generica typical of most horror offerings…
…another blast of dayglo dizziness, diva turns and highly questionable costuming…
…still seems to run more competently than anything on Southeastern or Virgin…
…realign your worldview to “Not Shit” just long enough to not plunge into despair…
…a palette cleanser to help gently scrub at the more tensely critical folds in your brain…
…even I can’t spend all of my days simply listening to new things…