Okay, in between the raving reviews from the cast & crew and the usual "worst-movie-I've-ever-seen" reviews from audiences who obviously have never seen a film directed by Roberta Findlay lies this mixed bag of a review.
The movie starts, predictably, with a group of young attractive adults heading for a party at a lake, mini-Spring Break style. A few minutes before, a couple of bare-chested chicks got offed by an unseen assailant in these same premises. As the ride progresses, we are treated to regular humorous interludes which sets the tone for the 1st half of the movie. The laughs and the overall offbeat attitude will definitely keep you interested until the carnage begins. Unfortunately, and as previously stated by other reviewers, you will also have to endure absolutely atrocious acting by the attractive but insanely untalented cast. Lines are droned like everybody's xanaxed to their eyeballs, the final girl/female lead taking the cake.
The partygoers are abducted one by one and conducted to a car-part factory that doubles on disposing of the vehicles' owners in a gruesome manner. There begins a game of cat & mouse that's sometimes fun, sometimes a bit meh. The humour that permeated the first part of the movie almost disappears from that second chapter, only sporadically revived by the interventions of the bonkers Twin Peaks family that owns the business. This family reeks of in-breeding and other smelly secrets. As it is, they and their frankly surrealist Streetfighter goons save the second part of the movie.
The 3rd part sees the final girl trying to convince the town's sheriff that bloody dealings happen in the smalltown's factory. This part buries the nail in the movies' coffin, as it requires the most emoting from the incapable cast, a task naturally failed by most.
All in all, the script and an inspired direction, as well as a few really kooky moments (including the end credits), salvage this low-budget take on the American Gothic from instant disposability.