Low budget indie horror that tells its story, does a half decent job, then fucks off. Something 'bigger' films could learn a lot from.
I mean it's nonsense, but all feature films are, really. So if you wan't to watch a short, decent, straight-up, throwback styled horror film about a serial killer who engineers minor traffic accidents with the victims he's selected, that way he can gain their contact details to get their addresses for his murder hobby, then you could do much worse than this.
I might wear that get-up to work on Monday.
Better not though.
Everyone will assume it's Tuesday as that's when I wear my Leatherdeath Murderperv outfit.
Bloody unspoken work rules.