So there's this screenwriter, see. And he's scammed a month at an out-of-the-way B&B that's owned by his agent or producer. The writer needs time away to finish his latest script! On the bus to his self-made literary retreat, he's befriended by a quirky, clingy guy who has recently been released from prison and who's brother is a cop. Once the screenwriter gets to the snowy cabin in the woods, he leases out the vacation home nextdoor to some partying skiers with a tagalong girlfriend because he wants to make a few extra bucks. Or he's scared about being alone so far from civilization. Or he's irresponsible by nature. I wasn't sure. I wasn't worried about it.
There are gunshots that keep him on edge. There's a wood trapdoor in the backyard that leads somewhere creepy and dark. Even the random little urn of kimchi stored outside seems ominous. Is it big enough to hold a head? Regardless, what exactly is going on? Well, eventually, there's murder, a stabbing, a few shootings, a sexual assault, and the eating of a raw hunk of meat that one suspects may be human flesh. (This time it tastes more like pork than chicken.) Sadly, all this action comes at the very end and who's killing who and why and whether our hero survives is unclear. TV news bulletins suggest some North Korean soldiers may be running loose among the trees but does Intruders really want to blame its problems on the neighbors from Pyongyang? Is this a fright flick, a thriller or a mystery? What kind of wine do cannibals drink?
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