Cronin is gifted at setting the table, so to speak, giving us enough unsettling visual detail to infuse a spooky scene with enough macabre energy to keep the viewer jumping. He’s also not afraid to take his films well past the usual, easily forgettable, levels of basic gore of the standard horror film. His kills tend to stick in the psyche: In the course of the film’s more than two-hour runtime, we witness a character get impaled through the throat, not once but twice, a young person forcibly pulling out all the teeth out of their jaw, plenty of bloody sputum, a scorpion lasciviously chewed up and devoured, and a character falling out of a window and getting graphically eaten alive by a pack of coyotes. 

It sounds like the set-up to a comedy, and to be sure, writer/director Kristoffer Borgli (himself, the cause of controversy, given his recent admission to dating a teenager when he was a decade older than she), plays a lot of this material for uneasy laughs. The wedding scene itself, at the end, is a sort of culmination of everyone’s bad choices in the most public of spectacles (Charlie makes an absolutely ghastly wedding speech resulting, in part, by him getting his nose broken by an angry guest), with various turns of the screw. 

Heist movie meets High Fidelity in Baby Driver.