Such a frustrating disappointment

A film with more than the usual spoiler issues. Talking about it in any detail feels akin to handing you a gift-wrapped present and saying, "I hope you like it -- It's a thriller about a diabolical secret experiment."

It's simply great fun, a winsome film and an occasionally over-the-top luxury fantasy that never flags.

One of the worst ways to make a cult movie is to set out to make a cult movie.

Stop me if you've heard this one before. A group of wholly insufferable city kids decide to go hiking in a remote woodland area that's the residential place of legendary local vicious redneck patriarch Cappy (atrociously overplayed with growly gusto by the burly John Kyle). Of course, the dumb kids discover that stories about Cappy being one nasty and lethal cuss are all too true. Of course, Cappy and his equally brutish two sons -- dim-witted hulk Clem (a hilariously broad portrayal by Adam Dunnells) and ferocious behemoth Luke (muscular hulk Michael Christeas) -- hunt the kids as if they were animals. And, of course, the kids tap into their latent killer survivalist abilities and fight back. Yes, this flick is really bad and idiotic, but still quite enjoyable in its very jaw-dropping crumminess. Limply directed by Anthony Indelicato (who also co-wrote the clichéd by-the-numbers script), with no tension or momentum to speak of, plenty of gut-busting unintentional guffaws (the hillbillies communicate with each other by making bird calls!), fuzzy digital cinematography by Valentina Caniglia, lousy acting from a lame no-name cast, cheesy gore f/x (which include an especially laughable and unconvincing decapitation), a dreadful "it was just a dream" cop-out ending, and an annoying monotonous score by William Enrico and Vincent Rongone, this baby possesses all the right wrong stuff to quality as a real four star stinkeroonie. The actors playing the kids are uniformly hateful and repellent in their teeth-grating obnoxiousness: Joseph Anthony as irritable hothead Carmine, Michael Bolten as the wimpy Ernie, Cody Greer as whiny, tubby slug Tommy, A.J. Diaferio as the jerky Michael, and Garrett Harrison as the mean Joe all display the charm and appeal of your basic dirty and disgusting wharf rat. As a nice added bonus, we even get three hot babes baring their beautiful bodies in the obligatory gratuitous group shower scene. A total crappy hoot.

Just when I thought a flick could not get worse, I find this toilet stuffer. I suppose this was low budget, but the acting, if you call it that, could have been done better by an average group of juvenile school drop outs.In any event, I suppose, if you watch this as a comedy, it is good to feature on your plasma as you converse with friends or do other things, peeking at the screen when you reach a very dull moment. I do mean, a very dull moment.The woods are not scary, they look more like an RV park. The actors are horrible so, what can I say? If you have nothing better to do watch this movie as you sleep. You won't really be missing much of a show.

This film is riddled with totally foolish dialog, camera shots and terrible sound fx (when there even were sound fx).I think whomever wrote this script should have looked up some facts before making the characters spurt foolish statements such as "Birds don't sing at night!" after hearing the hillbillies do a LOON call. I live in Canada and I can tell you they most certainly do call at night! Anyhoo...Bad acting by 95% of the cast, terrible sound fx, lame plot line (if you could even say it had a plot) and all around foolishness makes this movie a trash bag companion for sure!

This low-budget horror flick manages to be just bad enough to be entertaining. Like a cross between "Growing Up Gotti," "Stand By Me," "My Side of the Mountain," and, well, "The Hills Have Eyes," the filmmaker put together a combination of elements so bizarre you can't stop watching--even though you will seriously consider it, several times.We've got Carmine, who might have been kicked off an episode of "The Sopranos" for being too over-the-top, and a fat kid, and some other kids. They are hiking in the woods, and quickly become prey for a mentally retarded redneck, his redneck brother, and their redneck dad, Cappy. Fortunately, despite his short stature (or perhaps because of it), Carmine knows some sweet moves to defend himself and the boys. As an added bonus, one of the kids brought along a copy of an excellent survival guide, containing tips which, skimmed briefly, can teach a bunch of city kids how to outsmart three grown men who've lived in the woods their whole lives.Throw in one completely pointless hot-blonde-hillbilly-girl, an army of cops who couldn't find a mountain if they were staring at it, and five minutes of Carmine shirtless, and you have yourself a great little flick to get drunk and laugh at. I will leave you with a quote, from the town sheriff: "Oh, Cappy, Cappy, Cappy. What have you done?"