20 June 2014 | TheMarwood
Has the wit of a dog eating feces off the ground
Shot on what looks like a camcorder this is basically a home movie with a small video distribution. Zach Passero directed this heinous thing, and the script must have been scribbled on a napkin by Chris Sivertson, while he was off directing the stinker I know Who Killed Me. It doesn't resemble a film, it has the polish of a soft core late night cable entry from the 80s and the wit of a dog eating feces off the ground. Watching a man run like he's a half wit over the opening credits is enough to make you want to kick your TV in (or shut the TV off by remote, whatever is easier) and it only gets worse from there because it continues to have a running time. There's bad cinema and then there's amateur hour crap like Wicked Lake, which one can only curse the endless small video distribution companies that will cynically slap a relatively cool poster on a product that is unworthy of a second of viewing. Wicked Lake is as bad as it gets.