Beneath Us

May be brand new, but it plays like the kind of overlooked yet fascinating B-movie rediscovery that Vinegar Syndrome would dig up out of the 1970s and unleash upon a grateful grindhouse marketplace.

Everything you can think of goes wrong in this clueless farrago of tasteless stupidity and faulty timing, including a theme song, "My Little Corner of the World," sung repeatedly by-get a grip-Anita Bryant!

Beneath Us barely scratches the surface of its provocative ideas, sacrificing nuance in favor of cheap shocks.

Perhaps the movie wants us to believe that because they're undocumented immigrants, they've left their common sense behind when they crossed the border ... This movie's showdown of good versus evil is mostly predictable.

The smartest thing about 'Beneath Us' is the word play of its title.

Brutishly heavy-handed, with a performance or two so hammy they came straight from the smokehouse

Beneath Us claims to be a critique of the elusive American Dream and a treatise on white privilege, but it's not nearly sharp or subversive enough to live up to those lofty claims.

Beneath Us opts for clunky midnight chills and surface-level satire despite tackling the most marginalized of stories.

Beneath Us is a great example that an over-reliance on stereotypical political set-pieces is not needed to craft a nail-biting, edge-of-your-seat thrill ride that will make you think long after the credits are done rolling.

Neither as thought-provoking as it thinks it is, nor as powerful a conversation-starter as it should be, Pachman's modern-day parable is not likely to change anyone's mind.