It’s taken three years for this negligible Aussie splatterfest to get its one-weekend-only release; you wonder why anybody thought to rescue it. A tale of squabbling hitchhikers who take a wrong turn en route to a backwoods music festival, it abandons suspense or intensity early on in favour of facile sniggering, setting its body-mangling to 70s easy listening and ushering on the Insidious series’ comedy ghostbuster Angus Sampson as a murderous organic farmer.
Watched under the influence, you could conceivably find yourself tittering along; viewed sober, it’s another from that sinkhole of horror fodder staffed by unappealing characters making mostly illogical choices.
