Survey I have gone to the understanding that either Bill Oberst Jr. is the best independent performing artist on the scene, or this man is running up genuine therapist bills. It appears to be every film I see with Bill, he is going lower and lower into the domain of madness. The man does not know exactly how persuading he is the point at which he is playing detestable, it must be a demonstration I let myself know. In the most recent two years I have seen Bill go on each kind of fucking nuts there is. Welcome to the most current flavor, Dooms Chapel Horror.
This film has a huge amount of heart and enthusiasm in plain view, for what it needs on spending plan, it compensates for with a shrewdness in narrating. The film focuses on Kyle, much like Johnny Cash’s biography, Kyle adores his sibling until he is the fault when his sibling is slaughtered in a mischance. The film quick advances 10 years after the fact to Kyle returning home to go up against the ones who pointed the finger at him for this mishap. Given like a narrative, Kyle returns home with his better half and a cameraman to do a discovered footage like anecdote about this period in his young life.