This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
SPOILER: My improbable new favorite subgenre of film is "Mikey Madison gets set on fire while flailing around wildly with a butcher knife."
My best friend made a movie.
He read a script he loved in a workshop seven years ago and never forgot about it. He'd make a point to check up on the rights every six months or so, until the powers that be finally let him take a crack at putting it together.
For the past three years, this film has been his whole life. He built it from the ground up, operating on his own without any sort of…