The concept grew out of [Travis] Oates' desire to write a horror film with no villain, no blood, and no deaths.
That's like making a porno with no sex, nudity, or money shots. One wonders why it hasn't been done. Oh, wait, it was but no one was stupid enough to drag it out for 90 minutes or make a feature film.
Review:
The concept up top speaks for itself. This flick is ridiculously fucking dumb. Nothing builds suspense for me like waiting for the deadly cutaway shot and subsequent return to ... NOTHING. That's the payoff for every buildup, nothing. You know what happens at the climax? Nothing. Ending? Nothing. That leaves the entertainment value to be provided by the interactions among the characters. If there's one thing indie horror is known for, it's the interpersonal relationships in the script. Not like the audience tunes in to see most of the cast axed or anything.
Verdict:
This movie is to the horror genre what riding a tricycle with training wheels at 5mph while clad in bubble wrap is to racing.