Settle in folks, and I’ll tell you about some of the wildest cognitive dissonance I’ve ever had. I’m a student at the University of Arkansas, where David Hunt, the director of this film, graduated from. Naturally, he came to my class as a guest speaker. He’s a very passionate, knowledgable man. Clearly he cares a lot for the medium, and if from such humble beginnings he was able to make his own indie films, surely I could too someday.

Well, then we watched the movie, and it was a steaming pile. I could go on and on about the horrible script, the contrived family drama, the ugly cinematography (most of the movie is in a cave, and very little is visible, resulting in incoherent sequences), the mere fact that the film was based on an early “creepypasta” (eugh), the horrible, ableist way the main characters treat their poor uncle, and so many more problems, but I’m too tired too. This is a very bad movie. And watching it, knowing the director and his story, is one of the most depressing things I’ve ever experienced.

I feel now that I will never make a good film, and every crappy script draft I type out is a waste of time, because if this is the kind of work I put out, I don’t want it.

And I try to seperate the no-budget nature of this (under $100k I think he said), but I’m not sure any budget could have salvaged a project so ill-concieved.