⭐️1/2
A small Texas town is the home of some folklore involving a Comanche massacre and a dark legend concerning Blood Lake… unfortunately not the same Blood Lake where Lil’ Tony survived a night of terror thanks to real estate debt. The infinitely elderly Barry Corbin opens things as a surly bar owner who fills in some out-of-towners on the legend of Blood Lake and tells them this story about a group of lame-ass college students who arrive to the nowhere Texas town for a class project. They’re digging in to the folklore about an Indian chief and some gold he was awarded in a dream, gold that people are still attempting to find and vanishing in the process of attempting to find. American awfulness and the massacre that followed lead to a whole bunch of rumors about the Great Spirit protecting the lake’s secrets. Goth chick Mara has an attitude to go along with her secrets and dresses like she’s in a high school production of The Matrix, the guys are various levels of douche and the other chick in the group, Lanie, is cute in a vaguely attractive Hilary Duff kinda way. There’s some robe-rocking creepers hanging around the water, whispering harshly and doing supernatural shit to anyone who disturbs it. That’s bad news for the group of college kids because they’re camping nearby. Over a campfire, all of the derps share their tragic family traumas (awful mama, suicide, dead sisters, murdered parents) and those traumas will definitely be used against them or to help them… it’s kinda awkward in how things play out. Boredom and melodrama make for terrible bedfellows and we don’t even get enough cheap-ass horror fun to make it worthwhile. Barry Corbin is giving more to his role than it deserves because everything else here just mostly sucks. It’s like a confused church group attempted to make a SyFy channel ghost movie but had nothing interesting to add outside of making everything uncomfortably corny… which brings me a little joy but not enough.
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