Okay, up front let me just say, that the (completly random) shots of the pumpkin monster weren't half bad (at least until you hear in the special features that it took the director MONTHS to make it...) The film itself has no semblance of a cohesive plot, with utterly inexplicable and random threads thrown around with reckless abandon. The characters are all two dimensional and seem to have come right out of any bargain basement screen writing guide. There is the token black guy, the token asshole, the token bitch, token religious figure (who may have been the worst actor to ever grace a c-list horror film) etc etc etc. The movie ends as abruptly as possible, for apparently no reason other than the sun coming up, and goes onto one of the most half assed "hope someone wants a sequel" moments I've ever seen. Words cannot describe how tacked on, and utterly ridiculous the last few minutes are. This one isn't even worth it for the kitsch value. I fully support and love indie cinema, and always encourage folks to follow their dreams, but this time, it just produced a heaping pile of pumpkin innards.
