Joe’s review published on Letterboxd:
aka 'Dead People' (really)
This is my kind of horror movie, full of an airy and spartan sinister energy, set almost entirely in shabby shrines to the urban/suburban dream - roadside gas stations, dirty motels, pretentious art galleries, grocery stores, movie theaters (not to mention that wild art-crammed house - how are you supposed to sleep with a wall-size portrait of Lee Harvey Oswald staring at you?). Trades on that creepy feeling of being somewhere you're not supposed to be after it's closed and abandoned better than any other horror movie I've ever seen. Only this time the thing that's shut down is ... America.