Two young couples seek refuge in completely the wrong house - that of a scary, dark witchcraft-practising, cannibalistic family - in the back woods of America after their car breaks down.
It used to be that rock stars wanted to embarrass themselves by acting in films, but Rob Zombie of metal band White Zombie here takes ambition a step further by directing and writing a homage to the '70s horror movies he loves a tad too much. No scene in his debut feature is without some forgotten face of Z-cinema (Sid Haig of Spider Baby, Bill Moseley of Texas Chainsaw Massacre 2, Karen Black) and the deja-vu feeling of the whole kids-get-off-the-main-road-and-into-psycho-trouble is down to the fact that this is almost an identikit of Zombie's favourite films, with cuts from his record collection laid over them. Like kids sticking to the main roads in movies, audiences will be much better off sticking to the source material.
It's lively as incoherent rubbish goes, but in addition to being totally derivative, it feels like a pod movie - a perfect imitation of an existing being but without a heart or a mind of its own.