We meet Jeff (Tucker), Amy (Malone), Eric, and Stacy – four amigos enjoying a nice little vacation in South America – as they are poolside and hungover. Looks pretty good to me. Why would you want to go on an adventure at this point, kids? You’ve only got two days left.
Unfortunately, the damn German shows up and everyone starts making bad decisions. Mathias mentions something about meeting his brother at a “VIP” excavation of an off-the-map Mayan temple.
Hmmm. Stay by the pool, sunning yourself and sipping el pelo del perro? Or take an itchy, buggy, sweaty hike through a jungle in your flip-flops?
Well, I guess I just don’t understand today’s youth.
So they get to this Mayan temple, and right away all hell breaks loose. Some dude rides up on a horse, shouting some damn thing or another, and Amy won’t stop taking pictures! These are supposed to be college kids, here. Hell, I went to a community college and even I know sometimes third-world locals aren’t too fond of the camera.
And then the shouting dude’s friends start showing up and everybody’s got bows and arrows and guns and whatnot and it’s just SO not a relaxing vacation anymore.
But the locals aren’t the only problem. Our amigos quickly find themselves treed with no escape atop this temple where something evil -- and strangely intelligent -- has evolved in this ancient, isolated place of blood sacrifice. And that something is waiting to feast on their flesh.
What to do? I can tell you one thing; you kids should have brought more tequila.
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Redeeming Elements:
- The particular way that the “evil thing” seems to mock the victims.
- Realistic gore, and not really over-the-top considering the situations.
The Basics:
- Nipples: one, briefly, accompanied with nudie-butt
- Pop-up-scares: I wouldn’t define them as “pop-up-scares” more like…well, a series of unfortunate events. Unfortunate, painful, bloody events.
- Drugs/Alcohol/Premarital Sex: Tequila. It’s your friend.
- Shout-outs to other horror movies: I can’t say for sure, but I know that my friend Jordy Verrill was stuck in a somewhat similar situation back in ’82…
RATING: 4 out of 6 chicken wings
(Angie F.)
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