You know, more of you Junior Woodchuck filmmaker fucks need to pay attention to what I say instead of just lipping off all the time. When I go through all the trouble of pointing out what's wrong with your movie (no tits, too many fat chicks, totally gay, whatever) the proper response is to fix those mistakes the next time, not flip out and send me poorly-spelled e-mails insulting my mother (who, apparently, is a whore). That's why I'm giving mad props to the cats who made this. I reviewed one of their other "Dreadville" flicks and gave them tons of constructive criticism (for example, calling them idiots), but instead of using Google Earth to find out where I live and egging my house they actually listened and made a way better movie. In this one, a down-and-out-in-Dreadville loser is behind on his rent plus owes money to this gun-toting esse, and if he doesn't get the bread in a few days he'll be homeless and dead. Meanwhile his buddy, the local plastic surgeon, was using a borrowed head to give this megafine mob daughter the ol' Face/Off treatment when he got busted in the act. She threw him under the bus, so now he's being charged with kidnapping and decapitation. How the doctor possibly pulls off what happens next is beyond me (maybe he watched himself in a mirror?), but it all leads to a pretty good twist ending, and along the way there's a decent amount of blood and copious use of a tripod and/or milk crates. And that mob girl... damn. For real, where do these Dreadville jokers keep finding such insanely hot chicks?