Review of Motor Home Massacre

We all know the drill by now: Seven young folks in a vintage RV venture into the woods for a weekend excursion. Naturally, they run afoul of a vicious psycho wielding a machete. Fortunately, writer/director Allen Wilbanks wisely doesn't take this tried'n'true hackneyed premise seriously; instead he pokes merry goofball fun at such familiar slice'n'dice clichés as the isolated backwoods setting, young adults marking themselves for certain doom by smoking pot and making out in a tent, cheap false scares, and a climactic revelation of the killer's true identity that's positively gut-busting in its jaw-dropping obviousness. Moreover, Wilbanks not only delivers gobs of deliciously cheesy gore and a satisfying smattering of tasty gratuitous female nudity, but also loads the picture with several silly flashbacks, draws the characters with some depth, and further spices things with a crudely amusing sense of blithely inane humor. Moreover, it's decently acted by an attractive cast: Shan Holleman as the forlorn Sabrina, Nelson Bonilla as arrogant and lecherous jerk Roger, Justin Geer as likable nerd Benji, Breanne Ashley as the assertive Brooke, Tanya Fraser as the sweet Nicole, Greg Corbett as the amorous Nick, and Diana Picallo as the brash Melanie. Lane Morlotte contributes a hysterically slimy turn as boorish and repulsive local redneck lout Jebediah. The uneven cinematography alternates between slick and grainy throughout while the lively soundtrack hits the cool rocking spot. Enjoyable tongue-in-cheek junk.