"The most feared animal in the woods is man!"
A slasher carved in contradiction, the forest it's ensnared in an ecosystem sustaining itself solely on raining blood. Tourists on a weekend getaway discovering their final resting place. All murdered onscreen yet the slanted framing makes off-screen deaths of clearly visible amputation. These landscapes established with such sincerity all while harvesting inserts of the cheapest and most garish gore. Death is the pillow shot, death is the march cut and death is the screen wipe, enabling a film where the body count is somehow bigger than the cast itself.
Makes for something resembling an obscure assault of ritualistic incoherence, seeping closer to fulfilment with each camper sacrificed to the great outdoors, finally unleashing a slasher free of form and structure. Just the sight of blood, the shrill of screams and the cruel drone of a man completely incompatible with his wheelchair, all to the jarring chant of dissonant audio esoterica.