Again, I'm not sure that I would characterize this as a horror film. Thriller, for sue, but there were no horror elements for me. A gig gets cancelled, leaving a punk band struggling with how they're going to get home from tour. Their host (David Thompson) feels bad so he calls his cousin (Mark Webber) and gets the band a replacement gig. When they get there, however, they find the audience filled with hardcore white supremacists. Nothing they haven't handled until somebody ends up dead. Now witnesses to a crime, the band barricades themselves in the green room while the skinheads plan to murder them.
This is by the director of Blue Ruin and it has the same kind of sparse, pared down feel. Everything is gritty, muted, and dingy and the color green is pervasive. There are times where it is almost too much so if you are squeamish, maybe give it a pass. There is a ton of violence and I'm sorry, Sir PatStew, not enough justification for the N-word even if you're playing a racist.
The late Anton Yelchin is in it, one of this final roles, and he is stellar. Every time he was on screen, though, I would get so sad. Everybody in the band gets at least one moment to shine, which is great. I know it's sometimes hard with an ensemble cast. If you're looking for a newer, fresher take on Assault on Precinct 13, slide over to Netflix and give this a shot.
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