Henry Olek, who been acting since since the early 1970s and writing since the late 70s (remember the Perry King/Meg Foster movie, A Different Story?). As a director, he seems to have learned while doing his other work. He's not flashy but he's gets the job done. And he appears to have an innate ability to know how much to show, gore-wise. This is a film that could have gone right over the top and stayed there; fortunately Olek allows his excellent cast to keep us glued by virtue of their (and his) smart, intuitive work. (Don't worry, gore-hounds: You'll get some of what you crave.)
Ross McCall (above, of Green Street Hooligans and a lot of TV), whom I don't recall noticing previously, but from now on I will. A visual combination of a younger Mickey Rourke and Matthew Broderick (if you can image that), he plays a mid-level Wall Streeter relocated to California, who should have listened to his wife's request regarding what kind of car these transplanted New Yorkers ought to buy. McCall, via Olek's screenplay, creates a character who is smart and savvy, if a little too sure of himself, and the actor's boundless energy and spirit, together with the horrific spot in which his character finds himself, makes us root for him quite thoroughly.
Susan Priver (above) and Jude Ciccolella (below). Ms Priver also executive-produced the movie, so clearly she had the sense to back an intelligent property that also gave her a good and showy role -- the one of the three that is key in certain ways to everything that happens here.
Cinema Village, and then on Friday, September 21, in the Los Angeles area at one of the (also indispensable) Laemmle theaters, the Playhouse 7 in Pasadena.