Misadvertised as belonging in the horror genre, this "production" is nothing more than a drama concerning a squad of Confederate soldiers who were wrongfully(!) besieged and slaughtered by Union troops. Somehow, a hundred and fifty years later, the spirit of a zombified Confederate soldier's wife lays dormant in Jessica, who has no idea of her ancestral background. Here's where the fun starts.
The story is told in flashback form, with the narration drowned out by background noise and mumbled acting. Sound man: "Note to self; for the next production, don't attempt to record dialogue while in a neighboring state". Some of the make-up may be good (I honestly coudn't tell), but, unfortunately, Jeff Canfield's brilliant lighting techniques don't allow us to see any of it! Sometimes, there is no light. At other times, there is too much. In a few outdoor scenes, the characters were illuminated using car headlights(!). Lighting director: "Note to self; use 5,000 watt flood lights on indoor scenes and point them directly toward the wall behind the actor, blinding the viewer. When outside, always use a flashlight for lighting. This way, the director, Anthony (Tony) Malanowski, can't complain if an actor is out of frame. After all, he won't even be able to see them.
If you love campers or R.V.'s, then this is the film for you. One extremely long, boring scene involves a cross-country trip from Maryland to Virginia (more like cross-county) which results in more than twelve minutes of footage! See a bridge, a barge, a road, the same bridge, the road again, the camper, that same God damn pesky bridge, and, low and behold, the top of the bridge! As this scene goes on, and on, and on, and on, an unbearable piano score reverberates in the background. And, as if this wasn't enough, accompanying a civil-war flashback, which was obviously shot during a public reanactment, is a ten minute country tune entitled "One More Dead Soldier" (which had me daydreaming that I was performing my own version, "One More Dead Country Singer")!
Malanowski proves he has no right being anywhere near a film set, or his parents' eight millimeter camera (which this was obviously shot with). How this mess got rated R is beyond me, as I can't believe anyone on the MPAA could make it all the way to the ending.
This, without a doubt, is the worst film I have ever seen (And that scares even me!)
The low point: A black dot covers the bottom of the camera lens for more than ten minutes and, much to my shagrin, no one in the crew noticed a thing!
The high point: The same black dot, as it was the most believable actor in this turd.
I can find no reason as to why this was rated R, and that mystery belongs up there with how the ancient Egyptian pyramids were constructed. There is no cursing, nudity, violence or gore. Also, the 76 minute running time fells like 176, and I literally mean that!
