I feel I fell prey to false advertising on this one. It was touted as horror-comedy, but really was a dark comedy. There’s little here I would call horror.

It’s built on a familiar setup. A pair of small of small-time crooks, who are also lovers, break into a home to steal a car. They discover a young girl chained up in the basement and then the owners come home. It’s a case of bad guys meeting even badder guys. (Similar to the real horror movie, The Owners, which I reviewed recently.) “Who are the real villains?” one might ask.

It felt like a very 90s alternative movie, like the second-rate Quentin Tarantino knock offs of that era. (Anyone remember “Very Bad Things?”) These movies seem to feel that having no really morally pure characters is saying something profound about humanity. I’m not sure it is.

The cast—Bill Skarsgård, Maika Monroe, Jeffrey Donovan, Kyra Sedgwick—are all great. Sedgwick in particular, has fun with her role as a deluded, horny, southern belle.

It’s hard to look at Skarsgård, particularly the shape of his mouth, and not see Pennywise, the clown he played in the recent version of “It.”

It bugged me that Bill Skarsgård gets shot in the leg and then doesn’t seem to be bothered or really limited by the pain.

There’s a heavy moment at the end that replaces some of the previous fluff in a laudable way. Suddenly the movie gets gravitas.

It’s not a bad movie, and worth seeing, but hard to get too excited about it.

Best line: “There ain’t a sweeter sound in the world than a man trying not to scream.”