Ghoul Gruel’s review published on Letterboxd:
“My friend Tyler… saw this guy he thought was passed out, and looked, and it was this old hobo wearing a shirt that said ‘I survived Mardi Gras 2009’. And he was dead.”
I admittedly don’t know much about Mardi Gras (except that one time) but fuck this unglamorises it. What a miserable looking experience. Even without the murder.
Could’ve been a documentary if people weren’t dying. Dialogue is loose (and frankly unimportant) and the constant, legitimate Carnival setting allows it to easily become background noise when it could be establishing something a bit stronger; however, I became real invested in the group of characters. I didn’t care if they died, but I was happy hanging out with them. For something obviously cheap, it also manages to mostly avoid the clinical, digital made-for-tv feel of similar low budget efforts.
The first time I could describe a film as totally meandering in a not entirely critical way.
(Also, the effects of Shrek Crack can be seen everywhere.)
