A mess that goes nowhere and then ends. A couple goes out the celebrate their engagement at his family’s ski chalet. Soon friends turn up, and they warn about another friend who “has bugs in his operating system” having invited himself. Eventually that friend appears, dressed like a pimp and strapping heat, and turns out to be a bit of an ass but otherwise charming and charismatic. A weird groundskeeper one appears and turns out to have been staying there. Soon it turns out her illegitimate son with the the man’s father is living there too, prowling around and somehow having gotten hold of the gun. Men from an ancient mining photograph appear on the grounds as handymen. An ancient tragedy in which orphans were left to die in a collapsing mine right under the house is mentioned; it turns out it’s the anniversary if the tragedy, and then it’s never mentioned again. There’s some sort of hooey about psychic children and the illegitimate kid brother turns out to be one. The groundskeeper woman decides the fiancee woman is there to take her son away and goes after her with a pickaxe. For a little while it’s as hammy and over-the-top as a Hammer horror film, which I assume is a good thing, but it soon abandons even that as quickly as it picked it up. The whole thing is simultaneously a plotless mess, but also, nothing really happens. It’s like it was improvised or written in a game of Exquisite Corpse where every line was written by a different person who knew only the preceding line.
