Stefan Farnan

What promised to be a bluesy, offbeat romp with a cast of charming misfits quickly descended into baffling chaos. Lured in by the promise of toe-tapping tunes and old-timey flair, I instead found myself trapped in a two-hour fever dream featuring hillbilly vampires, incoherent plot turns, and tonal whiplash. It’s as if Shaun of the Dead crashed into O Brother, Where Art Thou? but was directed by a Temu algorithm. A confusing mess that left me wondering how I’d just lost two hours of my life. Avoid.