Red State ★★½

Kevin Smith sure has a lot to say about the weaponised hate spewed by the religious right, going by the reams of opinionated verbiage he stuffs into the mouths of his cast in Red State. But he also has a problem, apparently, with the media’s demand for conflict in light of the fate of the Branch Davidians, among other issues (latent homophobia included) that muddy his message, if he has one. It’s about as confused as the film itself is unfocused. Here’s a backwoods siege drama, more or less, but styled as an Eli-Roth-esque torture porn horror, and it segues uneasily between the two whenever Smith sees fit, not when or if it works for the story.