This one didn't do to well, but I loved it, despite it's literally ridiculous sexism (half naked porned out chix with gigundo boobies running around in rural Oregon river towns and nobody questions it). I loved it for it's air of sorrow, which is often missing from Horror genres; horror movies, after all, are first and foremost tragedies. I loved the family dynamics, and I loved the actor who played Uncle Pete like a giant compressed lump of hurt. I loved the cinemetography of the Oregon Coast, beautiful and full of damp dread. Most of all I loved how the script knows that there's not that big a difference between a cult and a family; both shape your reality, both hold you tight, and both can mutilate you permanently. Two scenes had me crying. Great flick.
Review of Red Handed
