Running Springs

I watched this on Netflix because it was named after a local town and filmed by the lake in my town. I was looking for local landmarks and such. This piece of garbage couldn't even hold me for 10 minutes, but I left it running while I cleaned the kitchen. Awful, truly awful.

The cameras seemed to be set on tripods and the actors moved in and out of frame, often talking with their face out of frame but the rest of them in. Who filmed this? Don't waste your time.

The sound was even worse. Turned up fully, I could still barely make out some of these lines. I began to realize that was a blessing in the case of this dialogue.

It was like watching a reality show about some very boring and stupid people who were so self conscious about the cameras being there that they couldn't speak in a normal voice or whose voices kept changing. I've heard 9 year-olds read with more inflection.

Superficial and trite are frankly compliments when it comes to describing this piece of crap. Not even of the melodramatic "quality" of an after-school special.

Then there are the production "values." The Sound Editor was either in a coma or was seriously on drugs - or had just sustained a C-4 explosion two feet from his head when he coordinated this "film." Obviously, the Photography Director was laboring under the same set of afflictions.

No matter how much I hoped that this train wreck would find some redemption, it just kept piling up on its own tracks of dreck.