Bob Vance, Vance Refrigeration is a Devil-worshipping man with a badge and he sets his homicidal sights on six partying college kids on a weekend vacation. The youthful idiots are shaking things up at a pleasant country house they’ve been able to snag thanks to smart investments. A denim-clad caretaker with a memorable head of hair is on the property to give the new inhabitants a tour, carry an axe and be the most interesting of the would-be-victims for all the wrong reasons. Shame that trusty axe gets planted in his noggin almost immediately. The derps come across some creepy crosses set up in the woods and blame the missing caretaker. The group wants to leave but one of them is reassured by our favorite psycho cop that everything is fine, so they stay on to get their asses murdered. Laura and Doug are a couple of the interchangeable tools that think something strange is going on but they’re ignored in favor of partying and complaining. These morons can’t die fast enough. Robert R Shafer cackles and tosses out lame one-liners as he pops his eyes and murders some real white-bread victims. He’s pretty wonderful and makes every moment he is on screen count. Unfortunately, he’s not constantly on screen. Stolen beers, soup, insufferable yuppies, something akin to “acting” but not quite there and brief bits of poorly-constructed violence bring everything to a level of meh that is somehow a little more fun than it should be. Luckily we’d get more Shafer in a superior sequel.
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