“Beta Test” is the sort of motion picture where projectiles just fly in slo-mo. It’s the sort of film where a head is blown into bits and the blood has turned out to be so repetition you check your watch. Notwithstanding considering two or three great exhibitions, viably frightening monochromatic cinematography (Mac Fisken) and a nerve-clattering score by Giona Ostinelli, “Gore Park” is a to a great degree void experience.
The story does not continue in a straight form, one of its numerous gestures to Quentin Tarantino: it jumps forward and back in time, tailing one character before moving onto another. To begin with, there’s a marginally unfathomable monolog-voiceover, conveyed by performing artist Pat Healy in the part of psycho Vietnam veteran Wyatt Moss who has made a “slaughter park” in his monstrous bit of property out in the desert, where individuals get caught so he can then pick them off one by one.