Believing his father’s fatal car wreck to not be an accident, dangerous Eddy sets out on a trail of violent retribution that eventually leads he and his cohorts to the person he believes responsible, which puts the man’s mourning family (mom passed from cancer a year ago) in the sights of the vengeance-hungry thugs. Papa borrowed some money to cover his wife’s medical bills and the son’s car was seen passing by the wreck, two and two go together and Steve is right-fucked because it looks like his drunk ass caused the accident. Steve and his family are stuck at their business due to a bad blizzard and Eddy and the boys have just arrived. Well, things ain’t that cut and dry because it just so happens the business is built on the same location of a native tribe’s massacre and a shaman’s curse that followed. Blood spills and bad times are coming. A mannequin causes some serious trouble and a sinister force brings about possession and some messy ends. Creator Jim Roberts is great as the sadistic heavy and shit gets pretty wet as the night progresses. The kind of backyard filmmaking (although I feel this flick may be a little too polished to get that label, but I digress) I love where the constraints play well with the enthusiasm and the amateurish acting takes nothing away from the likability (and detestability) of the characters. An elderly gentleman shoots somebody’s dick off, Eddy rocks an impressive black western ensemble that I’m jealous I don’t own and the movie gets better as shit spirals out of control.
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