Come to a stop.
How has no one thought of franchising a series of horror movies taking place in rest stops before. I mean, the story basically writes itself, seeing as some of those places are basically shitholes, in real world, and the ultimate incubator for mass murderers and serial killers. What’s more, this is the ideal pretext for a creepy road movie. John Shiban should’ve milked this gimmick right...
Not to spoil this movie, but I was hoping for more thriller than torture. The film just couldn’t sustain its “one-location” claustrocore setting, and had to go on a tangent, every so often. The most annoying aspect of Rest Stop is its obsession to put the villain on the pedestal, without ever showing him or her. This movie is overly cryptic about shit that doesn’t actually matter.
But what I hated most about Rest Stop is its inability to synthesize a simple story, inflating it with an impossible mythos and clustering it along the way. I wanted a quintessential thriller and I got everything but. Too much mindfuck, too much shouting, screaming, and torture; this is not the picture I got sold on the poster and cover art. This is not what the title and the hook sold me.