"Tom" (Iain De Caestecker) and his girlfriend "Lucy" (Alice Englert) are heading to a music festival in Ireland when they manage to get themselves lost. The quiet and dark country lanes begin to seem more menacing, they see strange things hanging from the trees (not the audience, quite yet) and then they almost kill "Max" (Allen Leech). The atmosphere inside their car, with their bleeding passenger antagonising merrily, gradually worsens until tempers flare and perhaps, - no kidding - "Max" isn't quite what he originally appeared to be. To be fair to auteur Jeremy Lovering, the photography does help create a slight sense of peril, but the story is so very derivative and the acting is college project stuff. I challenge anyone not to have guessed the dynamics of the plot after twenty minutes, and as the story lurches from one expletive-ridden, hysterical, scenario to the next, the whole film degenerates into a really rather poor attempt at an horror film which delivers characters about whom I couldn't have cared less travelling the lanes of Ireland - an island which this film must have increased in size tenfold - that I could not even appreciate for some fine daytime scenery. Yes, I'm sure I ought to cut it some slack. Poorly funded independent cinema and all that, but none of that really has to matter if the story is sound and the talent up to the task. Sadly, neither is true here.