The Story: Four members of an indie punk band agree to play a gig at a biker bar in the Middle of nowhere, and find themselves in the middle of a neo-Nazi drug war.

Expectations: Horror film critic Dennis Fischer recommended this one to me, but qualified his recommendation by saying "it's borderline horror."  Based on the synopsis I was braced for savage cinema. 

Reaction: Likable characters.  Surprisingly lyrical cinematography and editing.  90 minutes of nail-biting tension, punctuated by key moments of gut-wrenching horror.  This was a good one. 

And as far as I'm concerned it’s definitely a horror movie—a siege movie in the tradition of ASSAULT ON PRECINCT 13, and a prime example of the savage cinema’s ability to tap into viewers' most primal survival instincts, to take us on a haunted hayride ride through our caveman psyches and leave us feeling emotionally spent and cathartically-purged.  

Most Nightmare-Worthy Moment: Actually, I think it was realizing that this was one of Anton Yelchin’s last movies before his tragic death.  But that doesn’t mean there aren't plenty of nightmare-worthy moments in the film.  It’s a cornucopia of carnage, and the carnage resonates as tragedy because the characters are real.