The protagonist spends the entire film in a Minor Threat t-shirt (it is worth noting that Minor Threat never mass-produced shirts). Fitting, since this is the embodiment of punk rock filmmaking: chaotic, transgressive, implicitly political. Better-paced than Buzzard, much more overt in its horror trappings, but still identifiable as by the same hand. Joel Potrykus is building an impressive catalogue.

Cf. They Look Like People