What a weird movie. A motel with the ruins of a burned-down “Mystery Spot” tourist trap out back draws strange clientele: A man rents a room and spends all afternoon auditioning actors, asking them strange and probing questions. A writer, mourning her husbamd, checks into the next room. A policeman apparently lives in the parking lot, watching the filmmaker to try to figure out what he’s doing. Now, make no mistake: this is a bad movie. It’s poorly written. It’s mostly poorly acted. It’s a bad indie film. But, for that: it’s pretty good. Most importantly, the leads, the filmmaker and the writer, are really good actors, far better than you usually see in this sort of thing. About halfway through the movie, they get a long scene just talking, getting to know each other—pure character development and, it seems to me the sort of thing two skilled actors might have asked the director to put in the movie and let them ad lib, just to give them some real acting to do. And, it kinda works, it elevates the film just a little bit. Plus, although it’s really badly written, it’s also not particularly derivative or anything I’ve seen before… maybe it reminds me a tiny bit of “The Lost Room”, but it’s not even terribly close to that. So: I kinda liked it! It’s bad, for sure. But I liked it. If I had seen this on “Chiller Theater” when I was a kid, I probably would have remembered it fondly for decades.
