This flick started well. The creepy guy was just the right level of douche and the chick was the right level of jaded art chick who's slow to catch on. No matter who kills who everybody wins, right? Right up until they arrived at the "cabin," the stolen artwork was put to good use, and suddenly it all fell into a rabbit hole of allusion and art-school drama club where pretention and boredom fight it out.
When I was an undergrad, I stopped going to student films because most of them were overblown yawnfests like this. Yes, we get it, we all had to read the Greek tragedies. We all know what's going to happen.
I hope everyone got credit for this boring piece of crap.
When I was an undergrad, I stopped going to student films because most of them were overblown yawnfests like this. Yes, we get it, we all had to read the Greek tragedies. We all know what's going to happen.
I hope everyone got credit for this boring piece of crap.