A quintet of obnoxious juvenile delinquent teenagers are forced to do community service by cleaning the woods of Sleepy Hollow. Said woods naturally turn out to be the stalking grounds of a vicious killer wearing a jack-o-lantern over his head and brandishing a sword.
Boy, does this miserable clunker strike out something terrible in every possible way: We've got ham-fisted (mis)direction by Chris Arth and Kevin Summerfield (the latter also wrote the lousy cliché-ridden script), painfully sluggish pacing, zero tension or spooky atmosphere, ugly and grainy cinematography, rank amateur acting from a lame no-name cast, an irritating array of insufferable characters, a laughably unscary monster who's some chubby guy with a big plastic pumpkin over his head, two annoying "it's just a nightmare" fake out moments, inept use of occasional strenuous slow motion, clumsily staged stalk'n'slash set pieces, and, worst of all, an extremely pathetic and dissatisfying "it ain't over yet!" cop-out non-ending. A real stinker.
Boy, does this miserable clunker strike out something terrible in every possible way: We've got ham-fisted (mis)direction by Chris Arth and Kevin Summerfield (the latter also wrote the lousy cliché-ridden script), painfully sluggish pacing, zero tension or spooky atmosphere, ugly and grainy cinematography, rank amateur acting from a lame no-name cast, an irritating array of insufferable characters, a laughably unscary monster who's some chubby guy with a big plastic pumpkin over his head, two annoying "it's just a nightmare" fake out moments, inept use of occasional strenuous slow motion, clumsily staged stalk'n'slash set pieces, and, worst of all, an extremely pathetic and dissatisfying "it ain't over yet!" cop-out non-ending. A real stinker.