Bill Moseley is one righteous dude. You probably recognize him as Choptop from Texas Chainsaw Massacre 2, or the long gray-haired Otis B. Driftwood in Devils Rejects. Here he has another spectacularly creepy role as Mr. Suitcase...
"Does anbody know how to get to Hollywood?"
So asks the goofy, uninvited stranger at the house party. He looks like the cousin of George Mcfly and Lloyd Christmas. This man then opens his suitcase filled with razors and offers the leery crowd some group therapy.
"Give me the name of someone you hate," he eagerly instructs every person, and with each answer he cuts a nasty slit in his own wrist. Yep, he's straight-jacket crazy. Maybe this was an attempt to bond and feel another one's pain, but these morbid actions hardly helped anyone unite. It's some pretty gruelling stuff, self-mutilation with a smile.
Well, Mr. Suitcase soon leaves, and some eerie coincidences start occurring. All the people that were mentioned during the hate game start turning up dead. Bosses, ex-boyfriends, etc....it wouldn't be too bad of a deal except someone sarcastically shouted out that they hated everyone in the room. Ahhh(shoot), be careful what you wish for.
This is a bloody beautiful low-budget affair. It does have horrid acting and some gaping plot holes, but this is offset by some gruesome murders, unsettling predicaments, and just plain sick developments. Some of the murders made me think poor man's Argento, because they really are surprisingly well orchestrated and realistic looking. However, this flick could have been much better if Moseley would have had more than his brief cameo.
Still, a much better-than-expected slasher, sure to appease you sick and twisted(folks).