If watching 3 out-of-work actors stand around in the desert next to a shack trying to remember how to act is your idea of a great time, welcome to your new favorite movie. Nonsensical plot, train wreck of a script, and a budget in the high tens of dollars all add up to snooze-worthy straight-to-online waste of time. At one time, independent film meant a production company had simply gone around the usual distribution channels, usually because the topic was out of the mainstream. Now it just means some amateur with a digital Canon SLR and $40 to spare has brought his or her half- baked ideas to the internet, where an occasional fool falls for a trailer and rents it for $3. This particular effort calls for a new model, where the producers pay us, the viewing audience, to watch. At say, $50 an hour, that's the only way you could get me to sit through such pure and utter idiocy from beginning to end.
Review of Transpecos
