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Directed by David Bruckner (who had horror fans whispering, "I like you" to one another after his V/H/S entry, "Amateur Night"), it deals with the immediate aftermath of a car accident, and the efforts of a regular Joe to save a woman's life by following increasingly drastic instructions from a 911 dispatcher. The climax of "Siren" bleeds into (literally) the start of the third segment, "The Accident," which is my favorite. They're picked up by one of those so-nice-they-must-be-psychotic couples that promise a clean home and hot meal before helping to get the flat fixed. A badass female rock trio, still mourning the loss of a fourth band mate, blow a tire on their van while on a road trip. The fates of the two ne'er-do-wells move us along to the second segment, "Siren," directed by V/H/S producer Roxanne Benjamin (and – fun fact – edited by Hobo with a Shotgun director Jason Eisner). We don't know what the men have done, but it's clear the specters are out for vengeance. Instead of fleeing from the law, however, they are instead being stalked by what look like ghostly winged skeletons.
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The first segment, "The Way Out," is directed by Radio Silence, the troupe who gave the first V/H/S its fantastic finale with "10/31/98." Two blood-covered men are on the run through the desert after what seems to have been a very violent night. A desolate, seemingly endless stretch of desert highway is the setting for Southbound, the latest horror anthology from many of the minds behind the V/H/S films (though thankfully, this one is not found footage). At the same time, it can be unsettling knowing that, if things go wrong for you in the middle of nowhere, they can go really wrong. As someone who has driven from coast to coast more than once, I can attest to the beauty of such an expanse. Oftentimes those of us confined to a more urban, metropolitan area can forget that there are still thousands of miles of flat land throughout our country (America, for those reading from across the pond) devoid of high-rise buildings, traffic lights, strip malls, and WiFi signals.