The narrow script from Christopher Jolley rewinds us to earlier that day. A desperate Grace (Gigi Zumbado) arrives at the end of her rope to a pawn shop to hock her last valuable. Despite her light pockets, by virtue of Zumbado’s haggard mien, we know Grace is carrying some heavy emotional baggage. In the film’s best scene, a trio of thieves invades the shop while Grace haggles with a lascivious owner in the back room. Zumbado’s eyes dart from the greasy hand running her leg to the surveillance cameras filming the mayhem. The actress plays the scene with a frozen guardedness that makes us question if she’s a decoy in the heist or a wrong-place, wrong-time bystander.
Unfortunately, Grace doesn’t have much to hide. She, like so many other figures in this film, exists solely, plainly, on the surface. It’s why when the three robbers—a psychotic Alex (Emile Hirsch), an oafish John (Jesse Kinser), an honorable former Army ranger Cody (played by a workmanlike Stephen Dorff)—take her hostage, we care little about her predicament. And when the quartet escapes to a secluded rural farm, we feel very little dread. These characters do not speak, react, or even walk like real people. They are clichés crushed to bite-sized crumbs to the barest level of existence.
Kitamura wants to make a B, maybe even C-level movie. So pesky items like motivation, arcs, and characters that are more than a lone note seem to merely be in his way. In the proper hands that shallowness could be a fun feature. Here, unfortunately, they decompose into exhausting cliches.
Kitamura aims for a self-indulgence that moves these characters to the next gory kill rather than the next scene. The blood springs, in “From Dusk till Dawn”-style, on the ranch in which the quartet takes shelter. There, a shaky teen warns them to leave before his grandfather comes back. But they do not heed his advice. Soon they become enveloped in a gruesome scheme run by a manic doctor (Vernon Wells) and his lumbering gimp (Erika Ervin), who, under the farm, have a subterranean system of jail cells and operating tables. A trite, illogical backstory for the doctor follows; unreasonable pans by cinematographer Matthias Schubert ensue; nauseating editing by Shôhei Kitajima drives the final nail in the coffin.
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