You know, it's too bad that the rich kids are the ones allowed to make
films simply because they can afford the equipment and the schooling.
The problem there is rich kids have absolutely nothing to say. Zip.
What can be the source of their angst? The water ran cold in the
Jacuzzi? The maid called in sick so now somebody has to sweep the
foyer? Muffy refuses to eat dinner because Jake got a new iPhone for
Christmas and she has to suffer by using last year's model? Ridiculous.
The best these aspiring filmmakers can do is rob every Peter and Paul in Hollywoodland of their unoriginal ideas and throw it up on screen. 'Huff', or 'Big Bad Wolf' is so uninteresting that time is better spent pruning a tree than watching this crap.
One of the biggest problem these new filmmakers have is casting. How on God's Green Earth does one find such gorgeous, Playboy models inhabiting the sticks of Arkansas or the trailer parks of West Virginia? You stand in front of a decrepit home in Buttf*ck, Tennessee with the wash hanging out on the line in the front yard, a '59 pickup with no hood and two supermarket shopping carts on the lawn and enough dog poop around the house to start your own compost company, then you open the front door to watch Beyoncé and Paris Hilton exit? I don't think so. Rich boys, get a grip.
This is one of those films you have to fast forward through till you see someone bleeding which, in this case, was very little. The movie was as thin as rice paper - no depth, no substance, no nothing. Maybe frat boys will applaud this tripe, but then, they're probably watching a movie their cousins made.
A maniacal killer tracks down three teenage runaways.
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