A horrifying and mysterious movie that follows a young boy named Tyler who is a volunteer in the local church of his town. One day, Tyler's life turns to a nightmare when he finds some images with his father, Don, that prove Don is the perpetrator of ten murders. He can't believe that his symbol is a brutal murderer.
As good as Plummer and McDermott are here, [writer Christopher D. Ford] ultimately writes himself into a corner that requires actions in the final act that don't ring true.
Offers an intriguing perspective on the darker side of American values, but lacks the conviction to entirely expose the cultural contradictions that often enable compulsive murderers.
McDermott is admirably unsettling, and Luke McCoubrey's artfully sterile cinematography adds an air of suffocating wholesomeness that can make you squirm.
Skiles's film doesn't care so much if you think you know how it ends, even if you're right. It's all about twisting the knife in the process of confirming those fears.
