Reviews

The cinematography was as sumptuous and panoramic as Q'Oranka Kilchar's upper lip, but the rest of the movie twists in the stream with a snapped ruder from about thirty minutes in, till nearly the end. Leaving the moviegoer more focused on how uncomfortable the seating is than what might be happening on the screen. To make matters worse we are constantly bombarded with the same few bars of Mozarts piano concerto no. 23--over and over and over until even the purest classical music buff cries "enough!" The secret might be to burn a fattie before going. Pot smokers will undoubtedly dig the films dreaminess and groovy vibe, but for those of us whose minds are mostly addled by the constant dirge of sobriety the length and lack of direction of this film will be a constant effrontery.

Oh, by the way. Why is it that Hollywood thinks we won't sympathize properly with Indians unless they are made to look like unusually tan Nordic Gym models.I felt like I was watching a commercial for Victoria Secret's new Buckskin Editions. Historical photos from the 1800's just don't seem to support evidence of particularly Athenian statures or the presence of Revlon products in Americas original native peoples. Why do we still need to be BS'd? Can't they just tell a story honestly without apotheosizing and demonizing with aesthetics? They have no problem making the Europeans look ugly.

Just a thought.

Shot on video garbage with all the quality of a Wal-Mart training video. I'm not buying the whole "Indie films have to use cheap actors to keep costs down" line. If they kept the costs down so low why did Blockbuster charge me five bucks to rent the stupid thing. I knew that I had been riped off within five seconds of hitting 'Play'. This is not an "Indie" film. It is a blatant rip off that approaches the criminal realm. They might as well have put a blank disk in the box and called that a movie.

If your idea of horror is getting separated from a five dollar bill and receiving nothing in return, I'm sure blockbuster still has some on the shelf. I'm driving down there today to get my money back.

If they paid me five dollars to watch it, it would still be a rip off.

There's something innately irritating about a horror film where the protagonists have guns at their disposal, but can't hit a radioactive mutant from ten feet away. In this movie it's so blatant that it actually smacks of a PC liberal Hollywood anti-gun message . . .Am I the only one who dosn't want a lecture on social reform from a B-rate gore-flick? In this particular gem, the people with guns manage to kill exactly '0'radioactive mine mutants while the anti-gun PC Hollywood liberal mows them down by the dozens with an ax, a screwdriver and a dog. (the screwdriver scene is stolen from Tarantino's 'True Romance', just in case the films makers thought no one noticed). You may want to rent it just to see the stupidest scene ever put in a movie (here's the spoiler) towards the end, one of the gun-toting protagonists becomes riled because a cannibal mutant has stolen his mother corpse from his vehicle. In a fit of blind rage he follows the bloody footprints to a well lit open area where he finds the alleged offender feasting on his mamma in broad daylight. (keep in mind that the mutants are just ugly humans; if shot they will die.) The mutant charges the lad, and he turns and runs away, spraying the canyon walls with bullets as he does so--you see,he does not want to shoot the mutant, because he is leading it into a super sneaky explodee trap instead, and shooting it would spoil the trap. . .clever huh? He leads it back to the trailer which his sister has already filled with propane gas. They rig the door with some strike-anywhere matches and wait for the mutant to stick his arms through the window which they quickly bind to the trailer utilizing a bungee cord. They then escape out a window. The mutant frees himself and then decides to use the front door, which blows up the trailer.

I'm not kidding, this scene is actually in the movie.

We can all learn from this. If being chased in the middle of nowhere by a cannibal mutant, don't shoot it! instead lead it to your only source of shelter and blow it up.

Oh, and there's a crying baby in it. . .I guess they figured the thing didn't stink bad enough already.

Anyone who liked this desert-loaf needs to remove their crash helmet and have their head examined.