We open in a hillbilly hubbed tavern in a remote part of the desert. We meet our soon to be victims with screen shot info of each like some sort of video game. Right after we'e met everyone, our "hero" storms through the front door with a shot gun and severed alien head, "Unless you people want to die you'll do what I say and you'll do it fast!".
From then on Feast doesn't let up. The pace is fierce, the kills are nasty, the blood flows and the scares are endless. There's no backstory, no explanation, no cgi, and no fuckin' around. Think Evil Dead suspense and gore, with Starship Troopers characters, set in The Mist. When all is said and done, you'll wonder how the hour and a half flew by so fast and when's the fuckin' sequel out...but good news - there's 2 already out.
Dribs and drabs...there's doggie style alien sex, green slime barf, baby alien spunk in a chick's mouth, a double-fisted crainium crush, maggot eyes, utter hilarity and Henry Rollins in pink sweatpants. Fuckin' priceless.