Lornographic Material

The mo-cap actor from 2011's Game of the Year L.A. Noire, his Lucille Ball-impersonator wife, and some guy doing a cosplay of Shane from The Walking Dead go into the woods where they are hunted down. The film then turns into a piss-poor revenge flick that takes a big sturdy turd on logic. Probably the stupidest well-shot movie I've seen this year. I don't understand how shit like this gets a budget, or how obviously talented filmmakers and actors come together over such a clusterfuck of a script. 

In summation: The only way out is to climb over a crumbling rock face, but somehow the killers make it there no problem on their mountain bikes. Fuck you, Movie.

Final Judgment: R. Kelly wouldn't piss on this.