a solid story talking about his road trip taken by young couple play byjesse clemens and jesse buckleyid she lists the moment that whose age changes between scenes and his farmhouse seems to be the stuff of dreams, or nightmares. what exactly is going on? and more importantly, do we care? well, in the case of the short source novel, the answer is yes. not least because the twilight zone and a level of narrative rushes towards a page turning third act in which top psychology meets psycho splatter. you have to go. i have to go where. forward. not so the movie, which shifts the trashy treats of his book, replacing stock and slash thrills with solemn dense theatrics, turning a potboiler into a chilling stroker and as they say, more that head than the heart. it's a credit to the brilliant jesse buckley the they managed to breed such human life and what is essentially a cypher rule. commanding the screen and moves is diverse his beast about roads, works wonders, ensuring that this generally remains more intriguing and irritating. generally. if the absence of unsettling horror in kaufman's mo