Director Randy Aldridge must have been a film and/or drama teacher in high school with a slight background in the movie biz. One day, perhaps in the early 00's, he met Melissa D., the star of this film. Years later, working full-time as a real estate agent, he brought up an idea to his wife, make-up artist and co-producer Cindy Aldridge: "How about we use some of your mom's life insurance money and make a movie?" Thus started Disturbed, and Randy called up Melissa and Melissa thought this idea sounded better than her waitress gig.
I will say this: Melissa D is a hard-core fox, and perhaps many ill- suited thoughts were laying dormant in the mind of Randy. Randy wanted to make a movie in which he could be seen torturing and killing not only Melissa, but other high school students. Undisturbed by these notions, wife Cindy had one declaration: "if you're going to make a movie about your rape fantasies, Randy, you should at least put our kids in it." And so the pimple-faced boy and the slow-girl are bandied about and nearly killed.
It should be noted that Randy plays the killer in the film.
Many scenes in Disturbed rely on cars pulling in and out of driveways, to give you an idea of what's disturbing to Mr. Aldridge, besides rape and murder. Also, the last three minutes of footage consists of following an ambulance.
I'm not sure why any of the people associated with this movie exist, much like the movie itself. As part of the Wal-Mart 8 pack, the cost of this movie equaled about 57 cents, and I swear to you, I want that freaking 57 cents back.