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If you’ve ever wondered what it feels like to pay for a ticket and watch a movie where the highlight is a guy slowly pacing through the woods, then “In a Violent Nature” is the film for you. Imagine "Friday the 13th" but with Jason Voorhees trading in his machete for a pair of orthopedic shoes, and you've got the right idea. The movie starts with a thrilling shot of... a shed. No, seriously, for what felt like an eternity, the camera stared at a shed or shack. I began to wonder if the projector was broken or if this was some avant-garde statement on the futility of existence. Spoiler: it wasn't. It was just boring. Our killer, clearly on a mission, spends most of the movie slowly walking through the woods. He walked like he was taking a leisurely Sunday stroll, searching for a necklace that belonged to his mother. It's as if they decided to combine a horror movie with a slow-paced nature documentary. The actors were so bad. It’s as if they recruited the cast from a local amateur dramatics club and gave them a script written on the back of a napkin. There was one kill that was decent. It stood out because it was the only moment where something actually happened. The rest of the time, the movie moved at a pace so glacial that I could have sworn I saw moss growing on the screen. The so-called climax of the movie was a bizarre conversation between a hurt woman and a lady who picked her up in a car. Instead of addressing the immediate danger, the lady rambled on about a bear attack, thinking the woman had been mauled by an animal. Meanwhile, the injured girl just sat there. By the end, I felt like I’d wasted not just my money, but a piece of my soul. If you must watch this movie, wait until it’s available to stream for free. At least then, you can pause it to do something more exciting, like laundry or staring at your own shed. "In a Violent Nature" isn’t just a bad movie. It’s a test of endurance. Save yourself the agony and skip this one.