The Abduction of Zack Butterfield

Subscribing to the philosophy that creepy equals interesting, the film contains barely a moment that isn't flat-footed, ludicrous or both.

If Ed Wood had directed "The Silence of the Lambs," it might have been as unin tentionally hilarious as the goofball would-be thriller "The Abduction of Zack Butterfield."

A cringingly awkward tale of sexual predation and female lunacy.

An idiot's guide to not even amateurish, but flat out terrible filmmaking.

Woefully amateurish.

The script is often ludicrous (gratuitous digs at feminism; muddled commentary on war and the military), the sets look like sets, and the acting -- aside from Helsham and Plunkett -- doesn't even rise to the level of student films.

A terrible, muddled and ultimately yawning psychosexual kidnap drama. So inept and risible that it makes the case there should be some sort of creative gatekeeper, even for indie cinematic efforts.

Kidnapping thriller isn't quite "so bad, it's good," more like "so bad, it's okay."