There is nothing remarkable or even close to original about this movie. Almost any scene will recall a movie that has already been done before - from Texas Chainsaw Massacre to Basket Case to Cabin Fever and a host of others. Some of this may be intentional as a homage, but when and where are we going to get original voices making original films, or at least films so startling that they make one sit up and take notice? Ones that don't have to ride on the coattails of previous movies? This movie's biggest problem is that it has as its main drawing point the presence of Paris Hilton. Although "presence" is too strong a word. She cannot act, so she stands in front of the camera and recites lines. The rest of the cast do pretty much the same, stumbling from scene to scene with nothing of real interest or significance happening. The characters are the usual cast of misfits, and seem as manufactured and unmoving as the waxworks in the titular House of Wax.
Where they came from is not significant, where they are going - some nameless "football game" - equally so. Of course, they made the horror movie faux pas of looking for a shortcut and ended up in a ghost town with a dark and deadly secret. The film-makers also took some shortcuts in churning out a made-to-order piece of work. It does enough to escape bottom-of-the-barrel status, but only just. It's a movie that's so bad it's bad, not so-bad-it's-good. Even that might have been a small victory.
Where they came from is not significant, where they are going - some nameless "football game" - equally so. Of course, they made the horror movie faux pas of looking for a shortcut and ended up in a ghost town with a dark and deadly secret. The film-makers also took some shortcuts in churning out a made-to-order piece of work. It does enough to escape bottom-of-the-barrel status, but only just. It's a movie that's so bad it's bad, not so-bad-it's-good. Even that might have been a small victory.