An abandoned estate in the woods of East Texas isn’t as empty as believed and this spells some fatal danger for a group of friends trespassing on the location. Well, Scott has actually purchased the place for he and his wife and he has a legal claim to ownership but that means very little to the deranged skull-masked psychopath and his feral sister/lover (definitely a dude) who call the spot home. As charming as the wood-paneled walls may be, the fact that the Gibbons family left everything behind is a little unsettling and the discarded children’s room is as creepy as any discarded children’s room should be. As the quartet of young folks explore the room, some heavy-breathing POV watches from outside… not good. Pot gets smoked, scotch gets drunk and it all takes place in a charmingly lame-ass party montage. The next day a couple workers show up to help with some major repairs and Scott shares the house’s troubling history. The unsolved murder of the mom and dad was particularly gruesome and followed a few years after their twin children vanished in the woods. There’s plenty of chilling and heart-to-hearts before anything of interest but luckily the filmmakers knew that it’s way better to spend time with people that actually like each other as opposed to the usual group of friends that can’t seem to stand each other. There’s also an incredibly lame-ass “fashion show” montage involving our two female protagonists. So if that’s your thing… mazel tov! With a little less than twenty minutes left in the movie, the silly lookin’ killer finally makes his move and some gnarly practical splatter follows. It’s got a great amateur vibe that may be lame as hell in its opening acts but its brief dip into splattery lunacy leads to some wet murders and a very stupid but disgustingly presented labor. It really shouldn’t have, but it somehow worked for me.
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