I didn't think it was possible for anyone to make a Tarantino rip-off that's less exciting than watching paint dry but first-time director Henry Dunham has done it. A group of militia men gather in a large warehouse on the night when a lone gunman has gunned down a number of police and then through a series of questions and answers one of them tries to figure out who among them might be the shooter. This is what's commonly called 'a talking picture' that's so talky it could be on the radio, (it certainly isn't very visual). It wouldn't have been so bad if the talk was actually worth listening to or if the all-male cast were better but this is irredeemably bad and almost totally incomprehensible.
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