And rarin' ta go. Sorry about the sabbatical. I just needed a break.
ANYHOO! On to today's almost so-bad-it's-good treat, Pitchfork.
Glenn Douglas Packard gets it. He really does, but this one needs some fuggin' work.
First off, the problem is that he DOES get it. He knows all about the slasher tropes and how to play them. We get it. If you have sex, you die. It's totally a thing. Considering, though, that your story starts with "gay boy goes home to deal with his family after coming out", you might want to steer more toward the sex-positive thing. Ooooh, and the pitchfork for a hand. That's... interesting...
|Yeah, her. She's gonna drive you nuts.
|This (-->) motherfucker gets a lot of unnecessary screen-time.
|And who, apparently, needed a Freddy vs Jason fight pose.
Thing is: it isn't. It's actually not a bad piece. It has faults but it's not a bad way to spend a couple of hours. It's strange and very amateur-hour but for a first effort, it could have been way worse.
I say give it a shot if you're bored.