This film will almost assuredly usher in a new era of horror flicks. Much like SCREAM did to the '80s slashers, CABIN has made the standard "Tweens Go Camping" films that came before it irrelavant.

Holy F*ck! This movie will make you say it a lot.

Here's what you need to know about this film: Lizzy Olsen starts out with several varieties of shirts on, but loses most of them in favor of a near see though tank top. It's a literal and metaphorical metamorphosis of mammary viewage.

Less important stuff to know: It's told in real-time with each take averaging around 12-13 minutes. It's particularly tense (think The Strangers) early when the audience is still in the dark, then settles into mediocrity once the plot is revealed.

Billy Mitchell is an asshole, but dammit if I don't want to try some of his hot sauce.