Review – Hallettsville

After leading off with multiple brutal child murders, this thing drops off the plot map for half an hour or so. By the time it came back and tried to turn itself into some kind of ghost slasher movie, what little give-a-crap I brought into the picture had long since evaporated. There was a semi-cool goat-demon guy at the end, but he was small compensation for the ordeal of the rest of the movie, including the brutal axe slaying of a cute dog by one of the production’s teen-ish “heroes.” Oh, and the endocrine-ripping, zombified remains of Gary Busey drift in and out every once in awhile. Wish I’d skipped it