'Jackals' (2017) – Kevin Greutet.

Director Kevin Greutet's modestly budget, amusingly mean-spirited, Satanically seared home invasion slasher has a malevolently brainwashed young man Ben Sullivan (Justin Powell) being kidnapped by a sexy-looking G.I Joe Stephen Dorf, and forcibly taken to the Sullivan family's attractively rustic, suitably isolated holiday cottage in the splendidly spooky-smokey backwoods of scaresville U.S.A. The altruistic devil-deprogramming doesn't exactly go to plan, and it is not long before some diabolically dapper, murder-minded, creepily coutured cultists helter skelter into the evenings proceedings, and impolitely cast a hellacious hex into the goodly works. While 'Jackals' certainly passes the time, the lack of invention ultimately becomes a little tiresome, with all that blither-blather being said, there remains an agreeably gnarly 'Hills Have Eyes' vibe that I kinda' grooved on; the acting from the committed cast is laudably solid, plus there's a sinuously sexy, silkily sinister stiletto Sally in a righteously cutesy kitty kat mask that rather demonstratively put the devil in me, daddio! Like junk food, this is some okay-ish, super-salty fear fodder, but once it's all over it just kinda gets washed away with the beer suds, and with just a tad more feral-edged finesse on the tired text, and these juiced-up Jackals might have had a far deadlier B-Movie bite!