You would think that a movie that stars Lance Henriksen, Bill Moseley, and Danny Trejo would be a horror fan's wet dream, right? To say nothing of other familiar faces like Rick Yune, P.J. Soles, and Natassia Malthe. Well, I suppose "dream" is a very apt word, since I nodded off at least three times during the course of this movie. The plot was a total mess with no real structure and even though its a small cast, I started losing track of some of the characters. For example: Danny Trejo and Ralf Moeller just disappear at some point during the movie. Did they get killed off? Must have happened during one of my nap breaks. And I really have no interest in back-tracking through the film to verify.

Now, I give low-budget movies a LOT of latitude when it comes to visuals, but when your witch makeup and body vein-scars literally look like Spirit of Halloween appliances... I can't help but feel a little embarrassed for you.

This is a bland, boring, nothing of a movie. It doesn't even offer you the fun thrill of drunk hate-watching. I would have given it a 1-star rating, but I'll kick it up to a 3 since I like the cast.