Ordinarily, I'd let a movie like this one slide by unscathed, but the fact that so many people love this movie makes me hate it even more so than most bad films I've seen. Most films that I don't like I can usually find something within it that would explain its mass appeal, thus removing any rage I feel toward the love and appreciation the film receives from others. At the end of the day though, I understand that it's all subjective and we all take in art in our own special way. When it came to this movie, for me, all I saw was people staring at each other (or out a window) while annoying indy pop music played as if to say, "Ok people, we couldn't afford to hire a writer to create meaningful dialogue thus creating complex characters you actually care about, so just listen to this music and feel some emotion for these people." Some might site the excessive gore as the saving grace of this movie, and if gore is your thing, more power to you. But wouldn't you rather see a gore driven movie with interesting characters and a cohesive plot like a Tarantino film? By the end of this movie, I honestly didn't care who lived, who died, who got away, or who got the girl. The only reason I ended up watching this movie all the way through to the end was because I had two sleeping cats on my lap that I didn't want to disturb. So I guess in the end everyone won - the cats enjoyed a nap, and I enjoyed the fact that I'd never have to see this movie again as I quickly shipped it back to Netflix that afternoon.