Trespassers

It passes the time, and not much more than that.

It's got some machete- and gun-related violence, a couple of leering masked killers, and a little rough sex, but that's about it.

A weekend getaway goes sour even before the corpses start accruing in "Trespassers," a good-looking indie thriller that's diverting, but could have used another script draft or two.

This equation of "bad company" with "homicidal marauders" is clever, though it does make the movie's first two-thirds more of a chore.

Orson Oblowitz's Trespassers, the latest horror film to illustrate this principle, doesn't add anything particularly original to the home invasion genre. But it does provide some cheap thrills along the way.

There are major logical jumps and a few narratively convenient oversights, but mean-spirited carnage and strong female protagonists make it a compelling watch.

The characters, none of whom are the slightest bit relatable, much less likable, make decisions that boggle the mind and act out like petulant children.

[Trespassers] maintains an impressively tense, eerie atmosphere throughout... It plays with our expectations, surprising us with each shocking new development.

An formally undistinguished, narratively lumpy, and faintly racist tale of unsympathetic victims vs. demonically wicked criminals.

Trespassers is a series of unfortunate events that leads its characters down a dark and twisted path.