Marty (David Prouty) is a high school football player with a promising future who has the rug pulled out from under him when he suffers a brain injury while being scouted by a college coach (at a backyard barbecue). Even though he’s taking medication for his condition, Marty still has bad dreams and doesn’t quite act like himself. When some friends invite him to a cabin in the woods for a party, he does some drinking which interferes with his medication, and he starts to imagine finding dead bodies in the woods. Is that just a byproduct of his pills, or is there really a killer on the loose?
Most of this, if you can’t already tell, plays like an After School Special on the dangers of concussions and/or a cautionary tale about teenage drinking, and frankly doesn’t come close to living up to its admittedly awesome title.
I guess it would’ve been OK if the story just stayed with the horny teens in the woods. However, the subplot about the asshole reporter trying to get the scoop on the murders doesn’t add a whole lot to the proceedings. The scene where a guy whips out his guitar and starts singing a lame song about freedom doesn’t help matters either. The sound is bad is some scenes too. To add insult to injury, it takes an hour to get around to the damn weenie roast.
In fact, only one weenie gets roasted. Kind of a rip off if you ask me. Couldn’t they have done a scene where a guy gets his dick cut off by the killer who puts it on a stick and roasts it over the campfire? Do I have to think of everything? At least the filmmakers don’t disappoint on the massacre front as we get a couple of stabbings, a guy cut in half, gut ripping, axing, forking, and shoveling. If it wasn’t for that, you could’ve thrown this one on the fire.
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