It’s completely abandoned medical facility. In the middle of straight up nowhere. And there’s large keep out signs everywhere. Do you avoid it like the plague? Maybe sneak a quick peek, if you’re curious? Or… camp right in the center of it overnight? If you’ve made it to the age of an adult, you should have the answer to this one.
These kids didn’t and, goaded along by their hapless teacher for the reward of extra credits, are unfortunate enough to walk into a sitting biohazard bomb. Led by Professor Mezrich, the earnest students are summoned to their doom as they’re surrounded by killers intent on preventing their escape. C’mon, there are easier ways to get better grades, well if you don’t have any dignity.
Pros are the passable production. There’s a handle on the editing and cameras, workable if albeit emotionless acting, and the little things, such as believable costumes, props and sets. The soundtrack is similar; missing muscle and expansion, hovering between the subtle and merely idle.
Among its negatives however, the worst is the really poor story development. There are so crushingly few moments of something happening, and it takes so long for those to happen. Once there’s a short and strange scene where a characters explores his hallucination, which is a rare directive touch; and midway in the watch this guy just ups and throws himself in a fucking furnace alive, holy shit.
The rest sadly is a cruel 90 minute test of watching indie producers being indie producers. And what is this crap about politics? If it’s serious, its eye-rolling attempt at dialogue on the dangers of military experimentation is pitifully primitive. Even Alex Jones has more entertaining and interesting garbage when he’s babbling his mindlessly irrelevant pseudoscience.
You know what this film needed? A writer. An artist, sleuth or driver who wasn’t afraid to take risks, make a statement, do their research, pump in some material, say or do anything other than spit out a copy & paste generic pulp plot. Someone put a health warning out on this piece of visual chloroform.
3/10
Possession Media 