Why are all these traumatic events ignored? There is no undercurrent of fear or mournful coldness. Andrew (Shen) has written a book about his adventures, oddly his dead twin brother isn’t mentioned. People suspect Andrew is the real Bayou Butcher. Why? There is a dick joke. Meanwhile boring new characters run around. Chloe and her ‘friends’ are making a movie about Victor Crowley. There is Victor Crowley merchandise. Kathleen (Felissa Rose) does drugs.
Andrew goes back to the site of the massacre. Creator Adam Green works out his real life divorce by killing off a pregnant woman (Tiffany Shepis) and Andrew’s bitchy shrill harpy ex-wife Sabrina (Krystal Joy Brown) in sexist fashion. There is a plane crash, cheapness, a very well-lit night and illogic. Crowley looks like he’s wearing a Halloween mask. There is a sequel set up via an unwanted Marybeth cameo. This was mediocre.
“I’m telling everybody on the Facebook.”
“The OJ Simpson of Honey Island Swamp.”
“Like you chopped up forty or something people in the swamp and you blamed it on a make believe ghost?”
“I’m scared of what’s in that swamp.”
“You really are a psychopath like they say.”
A fire serpent has an unswerving drive to cause fires. An old dude suffers reputational damage. The fire serpent from the sun instigates fires. The prevailing narrative is a master class in vagueness. Beltran has silent hostility; he’s on a moral mission. What is the IFA? The old dude is eagerly sought by social conservatives. Annoying reporters for whom rumour has a way of becoming fact get got. This was curiously entertaining at first. There is conflated suspicion and whilst this starts out in interesting fashion the 2nd half lacks serious purpose. This was a misjudgement.
“No good explanation for how it began.”
“Lives essentially as a transient.”
“Accidentally threw a grenade in his truck.”
“Implications are pretty frightening.”
“Fire doesn’t think.”
“You don’t say much of anything useful.”
“You’re not serious.”
“You really can’t do that.”