Cold Feet is my first exposure to the work of producer-director Brad Ellis and writer-director-actor Allan C. Gardner. I received a festival screener by way of October Coast promotions as a critic at B&S About Movies. While B&S reviews new films, those reviews are mostly for low-budget indies.
This particular indie is a well-written not-sure-where-this-is-going surprise. If you mixed Judd Apatow's raunch with Sam Raimi's cabins and tossed in a few Dario Argento-red herrings, you'd be inside the cabin environs of this, the seventh writing-directing effort of Allan C. Gardner. Only not as tasteless-funny as an Apatow flick and not as bloody-campy as a Raimi flick. There's loads of potential exhibited in the frames to encourage one to visit the Gardner-Ellis back catalog as well as looking forward to their newer films.
This particular indie is a well-written not-sure-where-this-is-going surprise. If you mixed Judd Apatow's raunch with Sam Raimi's cabins and tossed in a few Dario Argento-red herrings, you'd be inside the cabin environs of this, the seventh writing-directing effort of Allan C. Gardner. Only not as tasteless-funny as an Apatow flick and not as bloody-campy as a Raimi flick. There's loads of potential exhibited in the frames to encourage one to visit the Gardner-Ellis back catalog as well as looking forward to their newer films.