Any basic camper will appreciate the North-American forests, with their mountain marmots and spotted skunks scurrying about among the majestic white pine trees and the idyllic clearances. With a bit of luck, you might spot an eagle soaring overhead. And, of course, hikers frequently come across warning signs to look out for grizzly bears or to be silent as to not disturb the mating season of bugling elks. But among all these well-intentioned signs that incite us to live in harmony with nature, one is missing. An essential one. Crucial even. One that begs you never to touch Johnny’s relics. Cause Johnny is a legend, a monster, a boogeyman, a botching butcher with an impeccable work ethic. As soon as he lays eyes on you, he’ll want to start pounding, stabbing, hacking, piercing, slashing, etc. – and he’ll make sure to take his sweet ass time for you to suffer as much as physically possible…
Following our mute protagonist on his grueling path of destruction through the woods, with long stretches in between kills of just him trudging to his next victim, put us into a nightmarish, trance-like state. It’s almost what you’d imagine TEXAS CHAINSAW MASSACRE would have turned out had it been shot by the Dardenne brothers. But believe us when we say, you’ve never seen a horror flick quite like this one! And a piece of good advice before you go into this screening, try to order something that isn’t too heavy on the stomach at our foodtrucks.