there's so little substance or originality to this lurid, abstract affair that it comes off as simply a faded grindhouse collage. Even in the midnight-movie arena, its dull derivativeness will likely spell its doom
the writer-director tips the balance too far toward high-minded abstraction, producing something well-intentioned but tedious.. "Psychopaths" is too random, too kitschy -- too immature
the film --directed and written by Mickey Keating, regent of horror references-- cobbles its many genre touchstones into a winding walkway to absolutely nowhere
Keating fails to effectively transmit his love of pushing the horror genre to new heights, with the result that we feel less gleefully complicit than merely voyeuristic