Not as disgusting as the Hills Have Eyes, but along the same lines. This group of yuppie-freak-wanna-bes attend a Rave in the desert and decide to make a little Detour on the way home. I dont know, I guess I just dont get the whole idea, but I would assume that a Rave in the desert would be in somewhat close proximity to human life, like a town somewhere within a reasonable driving distance.
I mean, what a pain in the patootie it would be to drag all that stuff 400 miles into the desert, just for a party. Certainly there is unpopulated desert ground say 5-10 miles from civilization. I dunno, just seemed strange to me. Then again, not as strange as this group of people, what the living Hell were they doing at this gig in that daddy-drive-away? But drive away they did with their pink and purple hair and goth clothes.
Mr. Straight-laced, whose daddy owns the RV, has some scheme to score some weed that supposedly is planted, and forgotten, somewhere out in the desert. And that is what the detour is for and that is why this movie smelled like last weeks garbage and an old pair of gym socks.
Living under the premise that things like that dont happen to people like us, they drive off the friendly beaten path and into hell, supposedly populated by a bunch of drug-crazed, drunken cannibals. OK then, why were their clothes clean and pressed? These cannibal freaks take their clothes to the cleaners? Ticked me off.
Secondly, they try for too much gore, too much shock. Like watching an overindulged playboy, I got bored after a while. Everyone was just too cliched to be real and after a scene or two, you didnt even care if the wild bimbos in their butt cleavage shorts got offed. In fact, you personally were looking for the machete to complete the job. Bimbos.
Sure, its a slice and dice movie, bound to be predictable, but come on, give me something. The natural course of events with the wrecked vehicle, cell phones that dont have range, people wandering off on their own and coming up missing - been there, done that.
However, the scenery was pretty - both the desert and mountains and the bimbos. This was also known as Hells Highway and carried an R rating for strong horror violence, gore, language and sexuality. My kinda movie only this one carried the odor of failure.
Bring your own clothespin for this stinker. It's so bad you totally forget about the lesbians in the opening scene and the dude with the hay hook.
Directed by Steve Taylor, written by Steve Grabowsky & Steve Taylor. Rates a -4 on the suck-o-meter.
Suitability For Children: Not suitable for Children of any age
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A group of friends driving home from an all-night rave decide to take a desert detour, only to wind up in a horrifying patch of territory. It seems that cannibals have taken over this stretch of the desert, just waiting for an unsuspecting meal, such as these friends, who must learn to viciously fight back in order to survive.