Horror films require a bit of, um, horror in them. What they absolutely cannot be is dull. I know M. Night Shyamalan stretches this premise in every one of his films, but the Slaughter team seemed to spend its entire, tiny budget on a bit of violence, leaving absolutely nothing for story, direction, or suspense.
I fell asleep twice, and one of those times was a lot more than just for a momentarily dropped head. Unfortunately there were none of those in this lame-fest.
Several times I thought the film was ending, as someone made a break for it, but each time actors and audience alike were dragged back into the mire.
And after 90 minutes of tedium, the director had the nerve to end on an attempted cliff-hanger, with some open-ended hanging twist thing.
Like a terrible singer (e.g. Justin Bieber) coming on for an encore.
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