The Forest Hills

Dreadful indie horror had potential but it’s too much of an incoherent mess and worships too much at the altar of bad ’80s “Sleepaway Camp”-caliber horror. A man returns to his old home in the remote Catskills to take care of his terminally ill mother, and apparently the mess that follows is him losing his mind or something.

A weird array of cameos for a crap picture: Edward Furlong, the mother is Shelley Duvall in her last role, plus bad-horror-movie avatars Felissa Rose and Dee Wallace, along with lots of the sort of, er, “acting” you see in movies you see the latter two in. Also a couple of weird scenes where the Latino leading man meets some actors very, very, VERY hamfistedly playing two-dimensional racist rednecks out in the woods, who do things like stomp his head while shoulding “RESPECT OUR FLAG!” for hearing him singing to himself in Spanish in the woods. Pretty strange all around and really not enjoyable in any way that I could detect.