Florida Man Attacked By Monster During Girlfriend's Absence [AFTER MIDNIGHT film review]

This laidback indie horror effort unravels like an extra long episode of thirtysomething taking place in rural Florida, albeit with a savage monster underpinning.
This is a slow, subtle film that persists due to one giant red herring that should have you second guessing the outcome through the entirety of its 83-minute running time.
The final 11-minutes are nerve wracking, frustrating, and fantastic; I was on the edge of my seat and wringing my hands with anticipation, anxiety, and trying to figure out if any of my theories were correct.
This looks and feels like a horror flick that Parker Posey might have starred in 20-odd years ago or the type of horror film that Kevin Smith could have made around the time of Chasing Amy.
An engagingly fantastic slacker performance from screenwriter/co-director Jeremy Gardner, as well as a gleefully nebbish comedic outpouring courtesy of Henry Zebrowski turn this into a quirky monster mash.

Rating: 3.5/5
RIYL: Baghead;  Safety Not Guaranteed