This is perhaps one of the worst films I've had the misfortune to see all year. Tarantino knockoffs are a dime a dozen but this is truly scraping the bottom of the barrel. Decent performances from b-movie stalwarts Loggia and Forster are quickly overshadowed by hackneyed, clichéd dialog from a writer/director who clearly has no vision or talent. The film is paced with very pretty time lapse photography of the Arizona dessert which I imagine is supposed to invoke some kind of looming dread but instead comes off as some cloying device to extend the duration of the film. The abrupt ending is some attempt at a clever twist but ends up leaving the viewer with the bitter realization that they have wasted the past 90 minutes. I'm astonished that this film is rated so highly on this website.