The opening, showing some girl whom, I assume, was supposed to be enticing and the "Spheric" logo began the groans of disbelief even before we recognized that this had no script and no actors worthy of the designation. Whose idea was it to excuse this mess in the name of a cautionary tale about spousal abuse? Most of what happened was unclear, made no sense and had repetitious and absurd visuals. There was a shot of a couch pillow before anyone sat down. There was an exciting fence along the roadside which received a respectable amount of film time, and the face of one of the girls--a static shot staring into the camera with, perhaps, the intent of communicating something--used at least three times. The fence shows up again later when nothing else seems to be going on. Everyone's line deliveries were truly awful, mumbled, over-dramatized as well as incomprehensible. No idea who was whom or what was what. For a brief moment, I, too, wondered if it was supposed to be a comedy. There were creepy, superfluous characters who just hung around the coffee shop, looking like they had rolled out of a mental hospital. The ongoing fascination seemed to be with the terrible lip fillers of the principal character and the entirely botched plastic surgery of the taxidermy aficionado. The music and "dancing" were equally terrible , made no sense, as with the attitude, appearance and demise of one of the girls. All this may, in fact, have constituted the plot of this: complete incoherence. We have watched hundreds of Rifftrax and MST disasters, but at the interminable end credits of this waste of time, we all agreed it might just have qualified as the absolute worst piece of dreck we had ever watched. Categorizing it as a thriller must have been a desperate attempt to explain the inexplicable. Nothing thrilling by any stretch of the imagination--which didn't require much stretching.
