Absolutely no sense of time, location, or character. People move around randomly. This attempt to be a throwback to 80s slashers doesn’t gain points for mimicking (Nightmare on Elm Street and Friday the 13th in the first few minutes). Characters seem to spout exposition without need, and there are way too many of them on screen at any one time to keep them straight. While movies generally have one or two potential killers, and one or two love triangles, this movie seems to load them in, so everybody is a suspect, and everybody is fucking everybody. Even at 71 minutes it feels interminable.
Also, a note to the filmmakers, there are more words to “I Wear My Sunglasses at Night” than just repeating the title over and over. Just bad.