Directed by Robby Henson
Written by Rob Green, based on the novel by Ted Dekker & Frank Peretti
Starring: Reynaldo Rosales, Heidi Dippold, Michael Madsen, Bill Moseley, and Leslie Easterbrook
On a deserted back road in Alabama, Jack and Stephanie find themselves driving fast and running late. Their world suddenly changes when a strange accident leaves them stranded with no car, no cell phone coverage, and no help in sight. They have no choice except to continue on foot. As darkness approaches, they round a bend and see a small sign at the top of a long gravel driveway: The Wayside Inn.
The exhausted couple stands in front of an inviting house, complete with gated stone wall, ancient oak trees, and a note welcoming weary travelers. Inside they find another couple with an equally troubling story about a similar accident. It seems that backwoods pranksters have made their day miserable. Still, they are safe . . .or so they think. (taken from the novel)
I’ve heard nothing but good things about Christian author, Ted Dekker, so good, in fact, that I’m sure he rolls his eyes at the mere mention of this film. I haven’t read the novel, so I can’t speak for the adaptation quality, but the film is nothing but 90 minutes of trite. Two unrelated couples are travelling the back roads of Alabama (I know) when circumstance leads them to the typical house in the woods. The decaying bed and breakfast is well past its prime and, of course, run by a couple of lunatics respectively portrayed by Bill Moseley and Leslie Easterbrook (The Devil’s Rejects) As expected, the phone doesn’t work, it’s the middle of a thunderstorm, and the couples are forced to stay all night since a tow truck obviously can’t get there until morning. If I’m losing you, it only gets worse.
The couples find a common thread, I won’t bore you with the details, and the house drew them there with some lame sense of unresolved pain…or something. The filmmakers threw in a tired twist at the end, offering a complex vision of sub-mediocrity.The acting is paper-thin since Moseley and Easterbrook have about 13 minutes combined screen time. The effects were probably done by the local technical college, and I’m tired of writing about this waste of time. If you watch this film, you’re a bigger idiot than me. I didn’t have the courtesy of a warning.