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I always enjoy having a nice sit down to watch some new indie horror film. It makes me long for a film festival -- hobnobbing with aspiring film makers and sharing ideas with them as their visions flutter on across the screen. I got that very same longing recently as I watched a screener copy of The Last Exit which was completed earlier this year.

I would also like to point out how relieved I was to learn that this wasn't going to be yet another zombie or vampire story. I like them both, respectively, but in the wake of The Walking Dead and Twilight popularity, I'm down right sick of them both. The Last Exit on the other hand is about the brutal slayings of men, women and children at the claws of a werewolf.

The Last Exit is set in the "middle-of-nowhere" Maine -- Stephen King would be proud. It begins with several groups of people who inevitable cross paths with either each other, or a lycanthrope. We have Darren and Jodi who are bickering cousins in town to attend a funeral. Amanda and her little brother are headed to their Uncle's place, with their friend Heather, when their car breaks down on a lonely wooded road. Riley and two other local drunks are making their way through the woods on a hunting trip. And finally there is Sam, the wolf hunting -- take no shit -- renegade of the film. Some years earlier Sam witnessed his wife and daughter being ripped apart by a werewolf and now it has become his mission to exact his revenge before anyone else gets hurt.

Early on, the hunting party express their over all discontent for recent environmental changes that have taken place due to decisions made by their local government. They have devised a plan to re-introduce large predators into the local ecosystem which in turn has made prey ever scarce and hunting more difficult.

You may wonder "Why would they want that? It sounds dangerous.", and you would be right. But it isn't the mountain lions or coyotes that the towns people need to worry about, it those damn werewolves! The film hints at the open invitation for "large predators", i.e. werewolves, being the intention of the new eco-regulations. But why, tourism? Perhaps. Werewolfpack reunion? Maybe not.

Soon, each of the groups encounter their fair share of anamorphic wolf attacks, leaving friends and family ripped apart. Before long we are left with a rag-tag group of survivors, banding together in an attempt to slay the furry menace while skirting the close-minded sheriff and skeptical neighbors.

Who knew werewolves were the cave dwelling type?

In the end the group vanquish the werewolf in it's subterranean lair. But is this really the end, or will the werewolf cabal continue in the "middle-of-nowhere" Maine? I guess you'll have to check it out for yourself.

The Last Exit is what you would expect from a low-budget indie film. The acting isn't all there, there are some technical problems and the special effects are creative, but mediocre.

With that said, this film was funded with a measly five thousand dollars, after some pussy-footed investors pulled out, so I have to give the crew credit. You can tell that there is talent behind The Last Exit, just not enough room for that talent to breathe. The story is honest, avoiding cliches that have become all too common. The Last Exit is the poor man's Dog Soldiers, which is most obvious in the creature design.

Andrew Sawyer, director, and Allison Lahikainen, screenwriter, toughed it out and managed to make a pretty decent film. This is an excellent example of achievement through adversity. It makes me wonder what this film was supposed to be.