The Gratuitous B-Movie Column 12.24.12 Issue #238: The Collection (2012)
The Gratuitous B-Movie Column Issue #238: The Collection (2012)
Hello, everyone, and welcome once again to the internets movie review column that thinks Santa Claus is pretty cool, The Gratuitous B-Movie Column, and I am your host Bryan Kristopowitz. In this issue, issue number two hundred and thirty-eight, I take a look at the badass horror sequel that could still be (but probably isn’t) playing at a theatre near you, The Collection, directed and co-written by Marcus Dunstan.
The Collection (2012)
The Collection, the sequel to the awesome 2009 slasher flick The Collector (check out my review of that flick here), is one of those sequels that, instead of doing essentially the exact same thing again, decides to change gears and offer up a different kind of movie. Instead of doing a combination torture porn/slasher movie, The Collection is an action horror thriller with a massive body count and a bizarre mystery. Just who the heck is the Collector?
The movie stars Josh Stewart as Arkin, the star of and the guy that was captured by the Collector at the end of The Collector. We first meet Arkin in the middle of the Collector’s latest crime, a hip and edgy rave party massacre where the Collector intends on capturing someone new. Arkin manages to get out of his box and leave the premises, only to watch Elena Peters (Emma Fitzpatrick), the daughter of mega wealthy rich guy Mr. Peters (the great Christopher McDonald), get snatched up and a bunch of other people get torn to pieces by the Collector’s elaborate booby traps (Arkin didn’t get to see the first part of the rave party massacre, where the Collector achieved perhaps the highest on screen body count in one sequence in horror movie history by using an indoor wheat thresher on the assembled party goers. You get to see it, though). Arkin eventually makes it to the hospital and, after talking with the police and his ex-wife Lisa (Navi Rawat), meets with Lucello (Lee Tergesen), Mr. Peters’ personal assistant/bodyguard. Lucello has a potentially lucrative proposition for Arkin. Since Arkin is the only person known to have escaped the clutches of the Collector, Lucello wants Arkin to help guide him and his heavily armed team (Andre Royo, who plays Wally, and Shannon Kane, as Paz, are just two members of the team) to the Collector’s hideout so they can rescue Elena. Arkin agrees to most of Lucello’s terms, but insists that he won’t go beyond the entrance to the Collector’s lair. As far as Arkin is concerned, he’s done with the Collector.
So, of course, Lucello double crosses Arkin and insists, via big ass gun to the head in a threatening manner, that he join them inside the Collector’s hideout, an old, abandoned hotel out in the middle of nowhere. Arkin, having no real choice, agrees to go inside. As you’d expect with a guy that booby traps people’s houses and kills just about everyone in front of him, the Collector’s hideout is a series of elaborate and incredibly dangerous and deadly traps that only he knows how to fully avoid. The traps are in place to both keep people out, and to keep those inside, well, inside. See, the Collector just doesn’t keep one person in a box, as was assumed in the first movie and in the early parts of this one. The Collector tends to keep several different people, in various stages of “life,” at any given time. As Arkin, Lucello, and the team make their way through the various traps and dangers, they meet the Collector’s other “pieces.” There’s Abby (Erin Way), a seriously disturbed young woman that, through Stockholm syndrome, desperately wants the Collector’s approval. There’s also a woman pinned to the wall, and a large assortment of super drug addicted zombies that, when the Collector wants them to, attack.
The Collector also has dogs. Vicious, nasty dogs.
While all of that stuff is going, Elena manages to get out of her box and search for a way out. She’s forced to look at various disgusting things (the Collector enjoys dissecting people and constructing weird beard sculptures out of body parts, among other things) while being attacked by spiders and nasty looking insects. She also ends up falling down a shaft full of dead bodies, the bodies of other people the Collector decided to collect (did he just get bored with them? I don’t think he scooped up the dead and mangled bodies from the rave massacre and brought them to his HQ so he could then go through them with a fine tooth comb). Will she meet up with Arkin and Lucello before the Collector finds her?
Director Dunstan does an expert job shifting back and forth between Arkin and Elena, who each experience different kinds of terror inside the Collector’s lair. Elena’s story is very much a “get out of the haunted house” kind of story, and Arkin’s story is basically looking for the Predator in the woods and then “let’s get to the chopper” once everything goes to hooey. There’s some great suspense stuff spread throughout, especially towards the end when the stories collide and all bets are off. What’s most amazing about The Collection, though, is how it manages to maintain and, at the end, top, its opening sequence, one of the nastiest movie openings of all time. Remember that scene from Resident Evil, where Colin Sammon’s character tries to evade that laser net thing in the hallway and manages to do so right up until the point the laser net becomes as big as his body and cuts him into little chunks of flesh? Imagine that scene amplified by about a thousand and you have the wheat thresher attack during the rave. There’s just no hope of surviving that kind of thing. Sure, some manage to get out of the way of the thresher only to then be crushed (and when I say crushed I mean fucking crushed) to death by a compactor that comes down from the ceiling, but, when you look at the two, it probably would have been better to be killed by the thresher. At least that death is quick, damn near instantaneous. You don’t have to suffer through seconds of insanely intense pain while hearing your own skull crack.
The Collector’s HQ is also a sight to behold. It’s a place you don’t want to be in, from the dingy, booby trapped hallways to the stainless steel and white autopsy room. It’s all a terrible place to be. I’d love to know if Dunstan essentially built an HQ inside a gigantic abandoned building he got to use for cheap or if the rooms are all traditional movie sets on a soundstage somewhere.
The acting is uniformly outstanding. Josh Stewart does a great job as Arkin. You feel for him quite a bit, even when he acts cowardly in the face of the Collector. Yeah, he abandons people who desperately need his help, but after everything he went through at the hands of the Collector you don’t really blame him for wanting to get away. The way he becomes a stronger person throughout the movie is also kind of uplifting. You will no doubt love the scene inside the cage (good God look at his arm!), and you will cheer during his final scene. I know I did.
Emma Fitzpatrick is one of the better horror movie heroines of the last ten years or so. She’s resourceful, she doesn’t give up, and she’s just generally charismatic. As soon as you see her you want to root for her. Shannon Kane also does a great job as Paz the mercenary. She’ll kick your ass and she refuses to take crap from anyone. You have to admire that kind of thing. And Andre Royo is hilarious as Wally the merc. Why does he have a weird beard kind of mohawk? And why does he manage to survive for as long as he does? The man is lucky.
Erin Way is amazing as Abby. You feel sorry for her because of what she’s gone through at the hands of the Collector, but it’s still hard to fathom why she’s so devoted to her captor. I know I said to myself several times “Why the hell don’t you do something? Who cares if the guy is giving you powerful drugs? Get the hell out of there!” Christopher McDonald isn’t in the movie all that long, but his few scenes are good stuff anyway. And poor Johanna Braddy as Missy Solomon, Elena’s best friend. You will definitely remember her final scene.
The standout performance of the movie, though, belongs to Lee Tergesen as Lucello. He’s a badass with a heart of gold. Tergesen has been doing the guest star on TV drama thing for a while now, but, with this role, I think it’s time he becomes a full on movie star. He’s got the chops, the screen presence, and he looks like a guy that can beat the crap out of anyone put in front of him. John Carpenter needs to make an action movie with this guy. He really does.
And then there’s Randall Archer as the Collector. Archer has the unenviable task of following the brilliant performance of Juan Fernandez from the first movie. Archer not only surpasses Fernandez (not by much but Archer is, overall, better) but he gives the Collector a new level of menace that he didn’t have in the first movie. This guy is even worse than that guy. If Archer doesn’t get nominated for various genre awards for his performance here there’s something wrong with the nominating process. Amazing, awesome stuff.
The Collection is easily one of the best horror movies of 2012, and deserves to be seen. If it’s still playing at a theatre near you and you haven’t seen it yet, good God you need to go see it as soon as you can. If it isn’t still playing at a theatre near you, snatch the movie up as soon as it hits DVD. You won’t be disappointed. The Collection will fucking rock you.
See The Collection as soon as you can. See it, see it, see it.
(If this image isn’t on a poster or an action figure by the end of 2013 there’s something seriously wrong with the B-movie merchandising world. Seriously wrong).
So what do we have here?
Dead bodies: Hundreds.
Explosions: There’s a huge one at the end. Gigantic.
Nudity?: Yeah, there’s nudity, but I don’t remember where it happens in the movie.
Doobage: A massive car accident, a very cool montage, a hearing aid, a hip and edgy young person rave, a scary dude with a dreadlock mohawk, very loud music, some very nice thighs, face punching, a hilarious middle finger, a massive wheat thresher attack featuring hundreds of smashed bodies and copious amounts of blood, a nasty trip wire gag, extreme body crushing, a seriously slashed throat, dead body used as a cushion after jumping out a window and slamming onto the roof of a car, car roof smashing, serious arm breaking, a nasty flashback, a darkly hysterical sympathy card, a flashback to the car accident, potential tongue removal, a mask is stapled to some guy’s face, a team of badass mercenaries, arm cutting, a trunk with a dead body in it, a dissected body on a table, scary spider attack, alarms, a flashlight, mask wearing, multiple stabbings, a pile of dead bodies, zombie killing, potential zombie Kim Richards, a man that’s sewn together but still alive, exploding head, retractable roof spikes, a narrow hallway fitted with nails, a room with a flickering bulb (the Collector is right behind you!), more booby traps, weird beard human bone and body sculptures floating in water, a woman nailed to the wall, more throat slashing, a weird room filled with nasty shit, hook up through the chin, razorblade to the face, a net made out of razorblades, an exploding corridor filled with mannequins, homeless shooting, spike through the foot, iron maiden, dog attack, machine gun hooey, an arm cast used as a shield, SWAT team attack, tape bondage, a scary cage, a potentially huge bomb with a lit fuse, arm re-breaking, a massive fire, double knives to the back, a dead dog’s head, a very cool knife fight featuring multiple stabbings, more face punching, knife through the cheek, a massive dead body fire, and an awesome goddamn ending.
Kim Richards?: Possibly.
Gratuitous:Christopher McDonald, montage on the Collector, a young woman with a hearing aid, a hip and edgy rave, a scary dude with a dreadlock mohawk, a wheat thresher inside a room that causes massive destruction, extreme body crushing, using a dead body as a cushion while jumping out a window, a dislocated arm that will eventually be undislocated, a darkly hysterical sympathy card, Lee Tergesen, possible tongue removal, arm cutting, a trunk with a dead body in it, spider attack, a pile of dead bodies, zombie attack, exploding head, a narrow hallway outfitted with nails, a room with a flickering bulb, multiple booby traps, weird beard human bone and body part sculptures floating in water, a woman nailed to the wall, hook up through the chin, a net made of razorblades, an exploding corridor filled with mannequins, dog attack, machine gun hooey, a nasty cage, a massive fire, double knives to the back, a very cool knife fight featuring multiple stabbings, knife through the cheek, a massive dead body fire, and an awesome goddamn ending.
Best lines: “Did I pick the right shirt?,” “Just try wearing some confidence for a change,” “Well, this really looks inviting,” “Hey, you can’t be in here,” “You didn’t have to get me flowers,” “What this man deserves is beyond the law,” “Watch your back in there,” “Ladies first. Eat a dick,” “His tongue has been chewed up!,” “Footprints? Look at the spacing,” “What do you mean he likes you?,” “You got the bad end of good luck,” “My objective is Elena. Fuck your objective!,” “Look, man, it’s time for you to trust me,” “What kind of pussy are you?,” and “All those insects. You’re quite the collector.”
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Things to Watch Out For This Week
– Multi-movie DVD’s in bins at K-Mart: If you’re still looking for stuff to buy people for the big day tomorrow, go to your local K-Mart and check out the cheap movie bins back in the electronics section (or wherever your local K-Mart has its cheap movie bins). You’re likely going to find some good deals on various multi-movie compilations, most of them from Echo Bridge Home Entertainment. The Prophecy, Hellraiser sequels, various low budget action flicks, and other B-movie masterpieces are on these DVD compilations. I picked up two this past weekend, one featuring four Steven Seagal movies, and an Andy Sideris collection. And these DVDs seem to run anywhere from $2.99 to no more than ten bucks. It’s a great value.
Now, Walmart and Best Buy also have cheap DVD movie bins, too, but neither of those places seems to have the selection that K-Mart has at the moment. Go to all of them and see what they have, but pay close attention to K-Mart. Right now, K-Mart has the “good stuff.”
– Horror Hound, Shock Cinema, Rue Morgue, Fangoria, Video Watchdog, Phantom of the Movies Videoscope, Screem, etc.: After checking out the cheap movie bins at your local K-Mart, be sure to go to your local book store or comic book shop and pick up some movie magazines. They’re chock full of great articles (Shock Cinema kicks ass) and awesome pictures (Fangoria and Rue Morgue tend to have the best pics). And the latest Horror Hound features a cover story on Charles Band and his old movie company Empire. Great stuff all around. Just don’t get behind in reading them. Don’t end up like me.
– Karate Kid Trilogy on G4 Christmas Day: If you’re bored with 24 Hours of A Christmas Story over on TBS, why not check out one of the Karate Kid flicks over on G4 on Christmas? Starting at 9am est you can watch the 1984 original, followed by the awesome part 2 and the hilarious part 3 soon after (Martin fucking Kove and Thomas Ian Griffith make for a great team of bad guys). I know I’ll be tuning in at some point during the day. Mr. Miyagi is still one bad ass motherfucker.
The Big Question 1: Would you rather hug a bikini clad Kate Upton for a minute or talk about your favorite Val Kilmer movie with Quentin Tarantino while eating at McDonald’s?
Kate Upton is hot. There’s just no denying it. I know that some media critics claim that she isn’t all that great looking, or that she’s “fat,” but, to me, she’s just a gorgeous sexy ass babe. And she looked freaking outstanding on the cover of the Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Edition.
See what I mean?
“So, do I want orange soda with this? Do they even have orange soda?”
Quentin Tarantino is a movie nerd God. Movie nerds flock to see his movies, either in theatres or on home video. Lots of them will likely trek out to their local cineplex to see the director’s latest, Django Unchained tomorrow (or on Wednesday, whichever is easier). It’s just what movie nerds do (not all of them, but quite a few of them). I’d also imagine that quite a few of those movie nerds would love to sit down with Tarantino and pick his brain about movies in general, just to see what he really knows “on the spot” so to speak. For instance, Tarantino hasn’t worked with Val Kilmer yet, but I bet he’s got an opinion on what is Val’s best work as an actor. Is it Real Genius? Spartan? Top Gun?
So here’s the big question: what would you rather do? Would you rather hug a bikini clad Kate Upton for a full minute, or would you rather discuss your favorite Val Kilmer movie with Tarantino while eating at McDonald’s (or Burger King or some hip and edgy sushi place, whichever place he feels like paying for. And Tarantino has to pay. He’s rich. He can afford it)?
It would be fun to talk to Tarantino for a little while. I’m not a big fan of his (I think the guy is generally overrated as a director) but he clearly knows quite a bit about movies. And I’d love to know what he thinks about Kilmer’s work in The Saint. But, in this scenario, I think I’d go with the Upton hug.
Why? Think about it like this: there’s always a chance I could run into Tarantino somewhere, like on a plane, and could strike up a conversation with him. But how often am I going to get a chance to hug, or be around, an uber hot swimsuit model?
It’s never going to happen. Ever. So how could I pass up a sure thing like a sixty second “sexy” hug? I just don’t see how I could do it.
So what do you guys think? Would you rather hug a bikini clad Kate Upton for a full minute or would you rather break bread at the local McDonald’s with Tarantino and talk about Val Kilmer movies?
The Gratuitous B-Movie Column B-Movie Theme of the Week
And here are some nifty Christmas themes to get you in the mood:
And now, the weekly Fearnet update
Fearnet, the only free all horror/thriller On Demand TV network features uncut, uncensored horror flicks from the past and present 24 hours a day, seven days a week, pretty much any time you freaking want them (as long as you still have power, that is). The channel also has behind-the-scenes stuff, trailers, and other cool hooey for you to check out. Check your local cable listings for availability (According to the Fearnetwebsite more and more Time Warner and Cox Cable areas are getting the channel. Be sure to go here to see if Fearnet is coming to your area).
Fearnet also exists as a regular old TV channel. This Fearnet airs horror movies roughly twenty one hours a day (there is a block of infomercials in the morning, usually from 6-9am est). The movies shown do have “commercial breaks” in them, similar to the breaks that currently appear on IFC, but the movies are uncut (blood and boobs and cursing are all intact).
Fearnet’s website, fearnet.com, offers free movies, interviews, news, and other behind-the-scenes horror movie nerd stuff, too. The classic The Creeping Terror was on the site last week. Is it still there? Check and see).
The website also features Post Mortem with Mick Garris, a nifty interview show where big, fat Stephen King’s favorite director talks with genre legends like John Carpenter, Wes Craven, Roger Corman, and others. It’s definitely worth your time.
If you’re a Facebook nerd (and, really, today, who isn’t?) you can check out the Fearnet fans Facebook page, which can be seen here. There are plenty of people out there interested in Fearnet. Join them. And, as always, thanks to both Mark Lindsey and Mathew Hirsch for info regarding the Fearnet fan movement.
And now, Dr. Phil’s Christmas message
“You should avoid picking up prostitutes dressed as Santa Claus. Not because of the social or moral implications of doing so. No, you should avoid picking up hookers dressed as Santa because the Santa suit will cause you to have sweaty balls. Sweaty ass, too. It may be tempting to get a seriously hot bitch you’re paying a grand an hour to lick the sweat out of your ass crack, but if your crack is nasty as fuck she may not agree to see you again. And when a pro tells you that that means you’re going to have to pay the bitch more. You never want to do that, either.”
Wow, Dr. Phil. How many times did it take you to realize that you shouldn’t dress up as Santa to pick up prostitutes?
“Four times. And I had a guy build a ‘cool’ Santa suit to try to minimize the ass sweat. It didn’t work. My ass still leaked and the crack of my ass still turned into a swampy depository for various bits of lint. And believe it or not, my balls got sticky, like I dipped them in pickle brine”
Jesus Christ, Phil, that’s nasty. What the hell is wrong with you?
“What? I’m just telling you what happened to me, ass fuck. You don’t want my advice don’t invite me here.”
I’m sorry, Phil. Your advice is good advice. It is. On behalf of everyone in the world, thanks for being you. We really appreciate it.
“You’re fucking welcome. And Merry fucking Christmas.”
Yes. Merry fucking Christmas.
The Gratuitous B-Movie Column B-Movie Babe of the Week: Kaley Cuoco
The Big Question 2: Would you pay money to see Ed Asner fight Harry Dean Stanton
Ed Asner is the quintessential grumpy old man. Whether it’s in a movie, a TV movie, or a TV show, new or old, Asner always seems to be playing a perpetually cantankerous old bastard. Sometimes it’s played for laughs, sometimes it’s meant to be sad, and sometimes it’s meant to make some sort of dramatic point. You also get the sense, every now and then, that old Ed is just one second away from going completely bat shit insane and start smacking random people with a metal garbage can lid. It’s a talent, it really is.
As for the great Harry Dean Stanton, he always seems to play the “weird” guy. Not weird like serial killer weird or “burning corn flakes in his bathroom so he can achieve total consciousness” weird, but Harry always seems to be a little “off.” He doesn’t look like a guy that would last all that long in a full scale riot brawl, but then you wouldn’t be surprised if, in a twenty man melee, he’d somehow find a way to be one of the few left standing. He can probably be a sneaky bastard if he wants to be.
So what would happen if Ed Asner fought Harry Dean Stanton on pay-per-view? Would you really pay to see it, or would you wait to read about the results online or in the newspaper the following morning? I think I’d pay to see it, as long as it wasn’t too expensive. $20.00 seems like a fair price to see that fight, maybe with an undercard featuring Christopher Walken knife fighting Donald Sutherland thrown in for added value. Anything more than twenty, though, I’d wait to find out what happened. I don’t think I could justify spending more than that.
What do you guys think? Would you pay to see Ed Asner fight Harry Dean Stanton?
The Gratuitous B-Movie Column Douchebag of the Week
This week, The Gratuitous B-Movie Column Douchebag of the Week goes to Wayne LaPierre, Executive Vice-President of the National Rifle Association, for his “response to Newtown Massacre” press conference last Friday. You just knew that Wayne and his gun industry front group (and that’s what the NRA is, a front group for the gun industry that exists to make sure the gun industry can sell as many guns as possible to whoever wants to buy them) would come out swinging and accept absolutely no blame for anything and that their ultimate suggestion for making sure another horrendous school massacre doesn’t happen again would be “more guns,” but their suggestion that American Psycho, Natural Born Killers, and some low rent video game no one before the press conference had ever heard of (Kindergarten Killer?) are the real culprits is simply ludicrous. You can’t kill a room full of people with a DVD, but you can mow down a room full of people with an AR-15. That’s the reality here. That’s the thing at issue here. Are these guns a good idea?
As for Wayne’s suggestion to have armed guards in every school in the country, fine. But what happens when the “qualified, armed good guy” goes through a bad divorce or grows disillusioned with life, or just suddenly gets pissed off and starts offing teachers or kids? Who the hell is going to save the kids then? Did Wayne and Ted and the rest of them think of that shit?
Of course not. That’s not their job. Their job is to make sure nothing changes. Nothing.
And then there’s the ultra right wing media, which went into bullshit overdrive almost immediately after the news broke out of Newtown. You can’t blame the gun, you have to blame the shooter because the gun is just a tool. And, hey, we live in a cultural sewer full of violent movies and video games. What about that stuff? And religion. No one wants to talk about America’s lack of faith in Jesus.
If the shooter in Connecticut didn’t have a gun he couldn’t have shot up the school. That’s a fact. Why can’t we all admit that and go on from there? But then that isn’t what the right wing media is all about.
The President is coming after your guns. You’ll be defenseless. Your wife is going to get raped. You won’t be a man anymore. You’ve got do something! And Hollywood is run by Godless homosexuals.
And finally there’s the “so called liberal media,” for helping to move forward the “culture of violence” argument without any real evidence that it had anything to do with the school massacre in Connecticut. But “we have to go there and talk about it” because… it’s an easy story?
Well, yeah. Some deranged kid watches a Jason movie and then plays Halo for three days straight, you just know he’s been mentally destroyed and wants to kill everyone around him. You just know it. Never mind that millions of people watch Jason movies and play “violent” video games and don’t kill anyone. That’s just… we have to think of the children here! We owe it to them!
It’s just so much bullshit. And for those of you wanting to chime in with “But millions of people use assault weapons every day and don’t kill people,” that may be true, but as I said earlier you can’t kill someone with a DVD. You can kill someone with a gun. I truly feel that as soon as we, as a world, admit that, this whole situation will become a little easier to figure out.
A little easier. Can’t we at least try and leave Mortal Kombat alone? Please?
NASCAR and Indycar thought
Not much going on in either NASCAR or Indycar at the moment. January will probably yield some juicy NASCAR news as that’s when full on testing begins at Daytona. The Speed Channel is expected to have some kind of live coverage of testing, so be on the lookout for that. I’m dying to see how the new cars look on the track.
Over in Indycar, the series announced that Firestone would remain the sole tire supplier for the Izod Indycar Series until at least 2018. That news, which I saw on yahoo, should make the car owners happy. The possibility of losing Firestone is what set some of them against former series president Randy Bernard. And the Speed Channel announced last week that the Leaders Circle program, the thing that replaced most race purses and guaranteed all participating teams about a million dollars a season, has changed. Fewer teams will be eligible, and the overall payment will be less (I believe the Speed article said that the new payment would be a little over $800,000). I bet the owners won’t like that.
I wish the marketing people behind the scenes at Indycar would explain why the series doesn’t have a licensed videogame. It just makes no sense, in this day and age, not to have a game for all platforms. I bet there are oodles of fans out there who would love to find an Indycar game for their X-Box 360 under the tree tomorrow morning if one was available. They could do the Road to Indy program, race up through the ranks, and then try to win Indy. I know I’d love to do all that in video game form.
I mean, NASCAR still has games. Most of them stink, but they’re still out there and people buy them. Why wouldn’t Indycar want to be a part of that? Again, it just makes no sense.
Well, I think that’ll be about it for this issue. B-movies rule, always remember that.
If there’s anything you want to see reviewed here in this column, feel free to offer a comment below or send me an e-mail. I’m always on the lookout for new stuff to watch.
Josh Stewart– Arkin
Randall Archer– The Collector
Lee Tergesen– Lucello
Emma Fitzpatrick– Elena
Christopher McDonald– Mr. Peters
Andre Royo– Wally
Erin Way– Abby
Shannon Kane– Paz
Johanna Braddy– Missy Solomon
Daniel Sharman– Basil
Brandon Molale– Lin
Navi Rawat– Lisa
Directed by Marcus Dunstan
Screenplay by Patrick Melton and Marcus Dunstan, based on characters created by same
Distributed by LD Entertainment
Rated R for strong bloody violence, grisly images, language and brief nudity
Runtime– 82 minutes