redrobin62-321-207311 You know, it's too bad that the rich kids are the ones allowed to make films simply because they can afford the equipment and the schooling. The problem there is rich kids have absolutely nothing to say. Zip. What can be the source of their angst? The water ran cold in the Jacuzzi? The maid called in sick so now somebody has to sweep the foyer? Muffy refuses to eat dinner because Jake got a new iPhone for Christmas and she has to suffer by using last year's model? Ridiculous.The best these aspiring filmmakers can do is rob every Peter and Paul in Hollywoodland of their unoriginal ideas and throw it up on screen. 'Huff', or 'Big Bad Wolf' is so uninteresting that time is better spent pruning a tree than watching this crap.One of the biggest problem these new filmmakers have is casting. How on God's Green Earth does one find such gorgeous, Playboy models inhabiting the sticks of Arkansas or the trailer parks of West Virginia? You stand in front of a decrepit home in Buttf*ck, Tennessee with the wash hanging out on the line in the front yard, a '59 pickup with no hood and two supermarket shopping carts on the lawn and enough dog poop around the house to start your own compost company, then you open the front door to watch Beyoncé and Paris Hilton exit? I don't think so. Rich boys, get a grip.This is one of those films you have to fast forward through till you see someone bleeding which, in this case, was very little. The movie was as thin as rice paper - no depth, no substance, no nothing. Maybe frat boys will applaud this tripe, but then, they're probably watching a movie their cousins made.

kosmasp Pretty sure of that. I mean there are a lot of comparisons you could make to the "original story" this is "based" on. Our big bad wolf in this one, is obviously a human being, but he's as evil as they come. Almost comical evil most of the time. He also has an issue with his breath (though he never at any point tries to blow down a house ... with his breath that is of course).You get a bunch of good looking actors, whom you can almost feel sorry for and they have to go through a lot. Jump through plot holes and such things. Not to mention all the "silly" acting they have to do or the convenient meetings/things that are happening all around. It's not the worst movie I've seen (by far not in that category), but the whole thing feels rather like an excuse than a good movie

FabioLous Barker From the beginning of the movie you will hate Charlie O'Connell idiotic character, if the director is trying to create a new "Villian", he failed miserably, the character is dumb, slow, almost like he have a mental problem. The dialogues are just...unbelievable...non sense...rude and completely weird. There is not a single character you will think "ok, movie sucks but the acting of...", forget it this will never happens. The script is crap, the acting is primary school level and the cameras...oh dear... In total there are like 10 people in all the movie, effects are far from awful, are like 700 steps under awful... The action parts are like "they are really trying to make an horror movie?!" The old school "boobs + gore + pretty girls + scary character" it is far from being accomplished, there is nothing that makes people get related to this movie. This movie is not even attractive from the Bizarre/b-movie point of view.Just...awful...

Woodyanders Evil and abusive stepfather Huff (robustly played to the hateful hilt by Charlie O'Connell) is on the verge of making a lucrative drug deal that will enable Huff to settle down in Mexico with his mistress Laci (a spot-on saucy portrayal by the scorching hot Natasha Alam). However, Huff's battered wife Lorelei (a brief, but memorable turn by Elina Madison) messes things up after she sends her three daughters away with Huff's drug money.Director Paul Morrell, working from a hard-hitting script by Curt Howell, relates the compellingly twisted premise at a quick pace, maintains an unflinchingly tough'n'gritty tone throughout, does an ace job of crafting a tasty'n'seamy white trash atmosphere, adds a few neat touches of pitch-black humor (the religious angle in particular gives this a pleasingly subversive edge), and tackles some extremely dark and disturbing subject matter head on. The moments of brutal violence pack a really fierce punch. Marie Bollinger, Jenna Stone, and Elly Stefanko are all quite attractive and personable as the stepdaughters. Popping up in nifty bits are Clint Howard as amiable farmer Karl and Rance Howard as fearsome crime kingpin Scotty. Royce Allen Dudley's glossy widescreen cinematography provides an impressive polished look. Ken Eberhard's rattling score and the lowdown bluesy rock soundtrack hit the stirring spot. A nice'n'nasty item.