“The Locals” would have worked best if sold as a Head Trip film, where what we think is reality is in fact not, and the point is to let the movie pull us along until it decides to send us reeling with its Big Reveal. And the film almost pulls it off, if not for the very poor technical craftsmanship, which really detracts from the script. It may seem petty to harp on the film’s nonexistent skill with lights, but consider this: the movie takes place almost entirely at night and on a lonely stretch of dirt road in the middle of nowhere. That’s prime fodder for an atmospheric and intense film where darkness is absolute. This is what “Dead End” did with tremendous success.
Two best friends Grant and Paul hit the road for a weekend of surfing, booze and hopefully . . . girls. With night falling they take a short cut and meet Lisa and Kelly, a couple of babes with a fast car, who invite them to a party. Lust takes the wheel and a game of cat and mouse begins leading them deep into the heartland of evil where they meet...........The Locals. Written by Greg Page
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