Hunter (Brian Raetz) is a small town Michigan guy that moved to New York after graduating from high school. Having recently come out as homosexual, he decides to head back to the farm and face the potential disapproval of his father and mother. With a van full of his college classmates and friends in tow, Hunter finds out that a vicious killer is stalking the farm, replacing his fear of disapproval with a fear for survival.
In Glenn Douglas Packard’s Pitchfork, a new icon in slashers is attempted. The mask and overall design of the slasher, played by Daniel Wilkinson, is quite clever and even jarring at times. Unfortunately, the film just isn’t very interesting or engaging. As Pitchfork makes his way through the group of friends, kills are fairly generic and offer very little in the way of gore. If there is one thing a low budget slasher should have, it is plenty of gore (and nudity, which this film also lacks). Sure, blood splatters manage to make their way across the camera’s bow but the kills are never on screen and what little is shown is nothing more than stabbings from objects that aren’t the very stab-worthy pitchfork for a left-hand apparatus that our killer wears.
The premise behind Hunter being an outed homosexual that is forced to deal with personal and societal demons is interesting, but it never develops beyond pointing and laughing at how close minded people are in a small town. In the end, Pitchfork is a rather dull and cliche direct-to-VOD release that doesn’t even amount to a slight bit of entertainment. Those that are looking for a jump out of your seat slasher with heaps of gore should look elsewhere.