I'll say one thing about this film, it wasted no time getting started, and there ends the positive aspects of this 80 odd minute affair.
As an actual descendant of Sawney Bean, this film was actually rather insulting. No descendant of Sawney ended up in the USA, and just because he and his clan were alleged cannibals, it doesn't mean his descendants are. This is a silly, lazy, trope that we see in a number of films.
If your ancestors were Vegetarian, does it mean you are too? Of course not.
So immediately upon introducing our protagonists, i knew there was going to be the obligatory 'stoner'. Sure enough, less than 30- seconds of dialogue and we have the "Did you bring the stuff?" Line, and a big bad of parsley was revealed. Something strike you as odd about this? EXACTLY. They've very clearly been travelling for a fair number of miles and a number of hours. So would the time to ask that all important question, perhaps not have been before they set off, rather than once they'd arrived in the middle of nowhere? What would've happened had she forgotten the parsley? Would she have had to drive back for it and catch the gang the next morning? Would they all have gone back for it, and the Cannibals would've spent a lonely night chasing their own shadows, forlornly reminiscing about the 'good old days' when package trains and wagons used to come rollin' on through full of Pilgrims or the cast of Little House on the Prairie?
Had she forgotten the parsley, this would've been a far better film, in fairness. It could've switched back and forth, from them being chased by a psychotic truck driver, intent on annihilating the lot of them all because they pulled out in front of him at a cross roads some way down the way, to the Cannibals sat on rocks, picking their toenails and playing their mouth organs while howling at the moon, back to the 30 something teens, now booking into the dodgiest looking Motel on the trail, run by an incestuous Brother and Sister who take a troubling liking to the bloke with glasses and force him to breed with the Brother, while the Sister sits a strokes her...shotgun...(please, people, lets keep this clean here!!). Back to the Cannibals who are now sat in their hot tub, drinking hooch and smoking cigars, waiting for the Domino's Pizza to arrive.
Incidentally, i'm not a descendant of Sawney Bean, but i bet that story was more believable than this film was.
As an actual descendant of Sawney Bean, this film was actually rather insulting. No descendant of Sawney ended up in the USA, and just because he and his clan were alleged cannibals, it doesn't mean his descendants are. This is a silly, lazy, trope that we see in a number of films.
If your ancestors were Vegetarian, does it mean you are too? Of course not.
So immediately upon introducing our protagonists, i knew there was going to be the obligatory 'stoner'. Sure enough, less than 30- seconds of dialogue and we have the "Did you bring the stuff?" Line, and a big bad of parsley was revealed. Something strike you as odd about this? EXACTLY. They've very clearly been travelling for a fair number of miles and a number of hours. So would the time to ask that all important question, perhaps not have been before they set off, rather than once they'd arrived in the middle of nowhere? What would've happened had she forgotten the parsley? Would she have had to drive back for it and catch the gang the next morning? Would they all have gone back for it, and the Cannibals would've spent a lonely night chasing their own shadows, forlornly reminiscing about the 'good old days' when package trains and wagons used to come rollin' on through full of Pilgrims or the cast of Little House on the Prairie?
Had she forgotten the parsley, this would've been a far better film, in fairness. It could've switched back and forth, from them being chased by a psychotic truck driver, intent on annihilating the lot of them all because they pulled out in front of him at a cross roads some way down the way, to the Cannibals sat on rocks, picking their toenails and playing their mouth organs while howling at the moon, back to the 30 something teens, now booking into the dodgiest looking Motel on the trail, run by an incestuous Brother and Sister who take a troubling liking to the bloke with glasses and force him to breed with the Brother, while the Sister sits a strokes her...shotgun...(please, people, lets keep this clean here!!). Back to the Cannibals who are now sat in their hot tub, drinking hooch and smoking cigars, waiting for the Domino's Pizza to arrive.
Incidentally, i'm not a descendant of Sawney Bean, but i bet that story was more believable than this film was.