The film deals with the story of Scott and Benny, two young artists who decide to move to a remote cabin in the woods to create a new art for themselves. Over time, they both soon began to discover that they are bothering Mister Jones - a notorious loner and perhaps a stranger.
It all gets very artsy and weird in Act III (and I watched it twice) but hey, I'll take a bit of cerebral effort over just a bunch of door-slamming and bloodletting.
That it half succeeds, in spite of its cloying self-seriousness, means that it's at best a convincing copycat of a definitive expression of ego and influence in art.
In attempting to experiment with horror tropes and the found-footage format, director Karl Mueller tries too hard and walks away with a muddled, drastically uneven hodgepodge.
Early scenes prove an exception to most of this genre du jour's tired rules, which makes it especially disappointing when the third act does little more than reinforce them.
