Wanna-be thriller only ends up being vomit-inducing. No, really. Plenty of shots of a bloody finger - or was it a tampon? - I think the maker(s) of this movie were deliberately & sickly vague with their representations, clumps of clotted-up hair, nasty blackened water bubbling out of a tub, copious amounts of blood spilling to the floor which need bucket upon bucket to be mopped off. As for the "story," it doesn't strive to be particularly aspirational, and could easily be a copy of the numerous such B- or C-grade Western film vignettes about a "missing wife," and a suspicious spouse (who in this case, happens to be a more than slightly repulsive professor with an equally sad-looking student, who for some inexplicable reason, cares enough to bring him "soup" while he's sick so she could seduce him into upgrading her "C-" grade). The only good about this movie: At least they didn't pan over a feces shot, 'cause, they thought of it, of that I have no doubt.
Review of Maroon
