The slasher movie's heyday was decades ago when multiplexes were populated by unstoppable killing machines wearing masks like Friday the 13th's Jason, Michael Myers from John Carpenter's Halloween, and Leatherface, The Texas Chainsaw Massacre's hulking cannibal.
Today's audiences prefer demons and ghosts to flesh and blood. But there was a time when America's greatest nightmare was a man with an axe lurking in the shadows. Writer/director Chris Nash attempts to rehabilitate lone madmen flicks with his In A Violent Nature, a murder spree about a long-dead maniac accidentally awakened by horny young party animals who disturb a cursed grave. Nash wants you to be afraid of long walks in the woods. His grisly love letter to blunt-force trauma is hypnotic and occasionally pretentious, but there's plenty of slashing/stabbing/chopping/crushing. The cast exists to bleed profusely. In one long scene, a motorized log splitter splits a human log.