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A young professional couple fall apart when their beloved son is lost by a murderer and then they uncover he is dead. They determine to find out the killer and revenge for their son.
[It] suggests only that ferreting out new ways to inflict pain requires more imagination than anyone on hand realized.
June 14, 2012
BrianOrndorf.com
It's an angry picture, but that dependable sense of rage doesn't carry through to the end. Instead, the effort dissolves into a strange genre predictability.
It's a revolting horror film that wastes the talents and good looks of Erika Christensen and Jesse Metcalfe in favor of severed penises and other violent atrocities performed on a kitchen table.
The title is an apropos description of audiences who sit through this inept low-budget psychological thriller, which would be considered tasteless if it weren't so incompetent.