Originally published on metropolis.co.jp on October 2012

A cash machine gains sentience and goes on a killing spree. Kidding. Two banker wankers and the office hottie find themselves threatened by a hoodied villain at an isolated ATM kiosk in the dark of night. For some reason, the bad guy won’t approach the kiosk’s door. Maybe he doesn’t have a cash card; maybe he does. By the time you are given enough information to figure out his motives, you will have endured an hour and a half of hackneyed setup, plot holes, glaring inconsistencies, dull dialogue and bland acting. A murderous ATM would have at least been entertaining. Manitoba filmmaking at its finest.