In an attempt to take money, a young boy and his girlfriend make a brilliant plan, in order to steal the old man, but in doing so, incidents come to challenge them, as they struggle against survival.
Nearly a de facto remake of After Hours, writer-director Trent Haaga's lively trailer-park thriller 68 Kill keeps the hostility and loses the self-deprecation, which turns it into an example of misogyny rather than an examination of it.
Those who pick through every motion picture searching for the "problematic" will want to steer clear of "68 Kill." But fans of wicked women may have a new cult favorite.
Not everyone will enjoy this slide down a narrative garbage chute lined with thorns. But viewers and programmers with a taste for midnight-movie outrageousness will cotton to its mix of sleaze, quease and bad-taste absurdism.
There's no denying that 68 Kill is still a wickedly fun heist movie that subverts genre fan's expectations by playing around with gender conventions, delivering several impressive storytelling swerves that genuinely kept me guessing up until the very end.
Nuttier than a bakery full of fruitcakes and sleazier than a cheap strip club, "68 Kill" is a proudly morbid heist movie that wallows in bad taste and still comes off as absurdly funny.
A film which clearly and desperately aspires for cult status, 68 Kill will undoubtedly have its fans, but they won't be people you'll want to have over for dinner.
