Punk rocker band plays at a neo-Nazi bar in the middle of nowhere, accidentally sees a fatal stabbing, and is threatened with elimination. The major flaw is an inability to connect viewers to the wronged heroes; after all, people with such lifestyles looking for a job at such places run a very good chance of dying. So cry me a river. The film is obsessed with showing gory violence in extreme close-up, and Patrick Stewart's effort to repeat Ben Kingsley's menacing presence in Sexy Beast (2000) fails, because someone who surrounds himself with so many idiots, doesn't look too intelligent.
PS: For a much smarter film by the same up-and-coming director, watch Blue Ruin (2013).
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