First, the story is a twist on ye olde fairy tale of "Hansel and Gretel." And second, the people being twisted — and maimed and speared — aren't mere summer campers, but filmmakers on a porn shoot.
It will be memorable for all involved, but that's because of the arrival of two über-creepy siblings and, later, the so-called woodsman. Needless to say — but I'm going to say it anyway — our cast and crew meet Grimm fates. (Grimm! See what I did there?)
I'm unsure if we're supposed to side with the porn people or the killers; it's kind of a "lesser of two evils" thing. Ultimately, that's overthinking things. This is, after all, a movie called "Bread Crumbs," not "The King's Speech." And thank goodness, because for an hour and a half of goofy gore, it delivers. It's professionally done — the opening credits are among the best you'll see all year — and Hagan puts forth a valiant effort, even more than she did against Mr. Myers nearly two decades ago.
In style and substance, it reminded me of last year's "Simon Says," another better-than-usual slasher film with a little more polish and creativity on its bashed-in brain. —Rod Lott