Okay, so I must admit I've never been to New Zealand or Australia and from what indie horror flicks actually make it to the States, the movies are pretty good. I'm sure they have their own brand of "local" flicks that are equally as bad as our own run-of-the-mill garbage, so it's refreshing to know, if there is some saving grace, that Dismal was above that heap that leaves a sour taste in horror viewers' mouths.
When a viewer says, "We very much look forward to seeing what you guys have in store for the future," (from personal email), it's a much better feeling than when they tell you, "please don't send us anything else." We believe the peeps at Hell Street would welcome another project from us, and that's a good thing.
Hell Street admits, Dismal "ticks all the boxes" in terms of hitting the genre staples, hot girls, sex, teens, creepy locations, deranged, backwoods killer(s). And it also, as so many have before, appreciates the performance of one Bill Oberst, Jr. "Madder than a sack of rabid weasels his performance alone is worth navigating the films easily consumed 90 minutes." Bill proved in this film why he has been so busy working in Hollywood since. A must see performance.
Many thanks to the folks at Hell Street Journal for taking the time to review Dismal, although, unfortunately it's not yet available there for the public. Hopefully soon.
You can read the full review of Dismal HERE.