Finally managed to not feel like death warmed over, or tired, and had a smidgen of time to get this written out.
So swing over and read my thoughts on Jack the Reaper.
We got a bunch of kids in a bus crash in the middle of nowhere, who venture to an abandoned carnival in the middle of the desert. And then they start dying, and the most obvious twist in the history of movies rears its head.
With an appetizer of Tony Todd, though!