Primal Page #2

Synopsis: Anja and five friends join anthropology student Dace on a journey to study a remote ancient rock painting. Their excitement vanishes when Mel becomes delirious after skinny-dipping in the waterhole. Feverish bleeding confused she physically and mentally regresses to a vicious predatory state. Mel has gone primal. Mels lover and friends realize they are the prey as she savagely hunts them down. Before they can escape another one of them starts to regress posing a hideous choice kill their friends or be killed by them. Their only hope of survival is through a cave where Anja learns too late the meaning of the ancient rock art they came to study.
Genre: Horror, Thriller
Director(s): Josh Reed
Production: IFC Midnight
 
IMDB:
4.9
Rotten Tomatoes:
75%
NOT RATED
Year:
2010
80 min
Website
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No, what do you think

it's about?

Well, I could be wrong,

but I think

it's about that.

You reckon?

I don't know.

Probably not.

No, no, no.

You could be right.

But if you ask me,

I think it's about that.

Typical.

What?

Why?

No reason.

No, I'm being serious.

I think that's the crux

of it all.

I know you do.

I am being scientific here.

Of course you are.

What?

What what?

You're kind of sexy

when you mess with my head.

What?

Something attacked me.

Really?

Sh*t.

Come on,

you little f***er.

Have another go.

Yummy.

Are they chicken?

Nope. Beef.

Beefy beef.

Oi.

Look what just attacked us.

Oh, what is it?

- F***ing rabbit.

- Bullshit.

Look at this.

Whoa, you better

get that thing checked.

It might have rabies.

We don't have rabies

in Australia.

Here,

get a load of its teeth.

- Whoa.

- That's gross.

There's something wrong

with that.

I know.

That's why I am making

an example of it.

Yeah!

Yeah, that'll teach 'em.

Freaky-assed mutant rabbit

will think twice

before attacking you again.

You can't leave it there.

It'll stink.

Don't be such a girl.

Yeah, what's with you?

First "c*nt"

and now rotting corpses?

Hey, yeah,

you got a context for me yet?

Oh, at least wash your hands,

you skank.

Careful!

Careful!

Mmm!

Come on,

just one.

Just use it in a sentence.

Just give me one example.

Oh, seriously.

Come on, Warren,

give us a song.

# Sometimes

you need to get away #

# Blow the town

and flee the fray #

# Where night is night,

and day is day #

# And just sit on your ass #

# Perfect nights

are made like this #

# Firelight

and a woman's kiss #

# Freaky-assed mutant rabbit

on a stick #

# And the wide-open sky #

Where are you two going?

Ah, just looking

at the stars.

They're really amazing

out here.

# Dace is turning the S.N.A.G.

up high #

# Yee-haw #

# Showing little Krissy

the stars in the sky #

# But we all know #

# That's just another

tired old line #

# So he can bone her blind #

Oh, please.

Whoo!

Maybe Chad and I should come

and join you guys.

Well, yeah, it's not really

a two-man tent,

so Chad's gonna

have to wait outside.

I'm sure he wouldn't mind,

would you, Chad?

Whatever.

Nasty Mel

making Chaddikins angry?

Be like that then.

I'm going swimming.

What, now?

Yeah,

it's the best time.

Your bathers

are in the tent.

Chad, we're in

the middle of nowhere.

We don't need bathers.

Whoo-hoo!

Yeah, baby!

Ow!

Oh...

Hey, Chad.

Come in.

Nude up.

Get your winky wet.

Come on.

It's beautiful.

Towel's there

when you need it.

You being

a whiny b*tch?

How about

a bit of f***ing dignity?

What?

You heard me.

I'm skinny-dipping

in the middle of nowhere.

How does that

affect my dignity?

Chad, how does that

affect my dignity?

Oh, Chad.

Chad, wait.

Chad, wait.

F***.

What?

Get them off me!

Get them off me!

Hey, don't rip them off.

Chuck us the salt.

It's leeches.

Get 'em off me!

Get 'em off me!

Get 'em off me!

Get 'em off me!

Stand still.

Get 'em off me!

Quick!

Ow!

They're everywhere!

Quick! Quick!

All done.

Are they gone?

Are they gone?

You need to check.

Check, check.

That's it.

I guess swimming's out,

then.

See you in the morning.

Night.

Looks like

we're sharing a tent.

If we really must.

So how are you going

with everything?

Oh, you know.

Bit up and down.

I know it'll get better

with time.

It's just, I've got

this inescapable feeling

I've just got sh*t taste

in men.

An, you can't blame yourself

for David.

I mean, we all knew

he was a tool,

but none of us

saw that coming.

Yeah,

but that's just it.

I didn't know

he was a tool.

And he wasn't the first.

Graham was a fuckwit too.

Yeah, you're right.

You've got sh*t taste in men.

You know the thing

I can't forgive myself for?

When it came to the crunch,

when I should have fought back,

I blacked out.

An, that's bullshit.

And today in the tunnel...

Maybe I am a born victim.

Anyone who spends a week

locked in a basement

is gonna have

a little bit of baggage.

If it's just a little bit

of claustrophobia.

You're doing

pretty damn well.

I'm going to get some sleep.

I might sleep out here

by the fire

and keep watch in case

any more of those freaky-assed

mutant rabbits attack.

Thanks.

# His heart breaks

as she walks away #

# Her chest heaving

and her hips a-sway #

# Oh, well,

tomorrow's another day #

Shut up, Warren.

# He'll just have to wait #

Night, Warren.

An, can you have

a look at Mel?

She's got a fever.

Hey, baby.

How's it going?

Good.

I just got to get out

of this suit.

Oh, Melly,

you're burning up.

Let's get you out of this.

I don't know how people

wear them every day.

It's the leeches.

They've got to be poisonous.

Leeches aren't poisonous.

There's no mileage in it

for them.

They're parasites.

They do secrete anticoagulants

and stuff.

Looks like an allergic reaction

to me.

Well, should we get her

to a hospital?

No, we shouldn't move her,

not yet anyway.

Best thing for her

is rest.

What do you know?

You're not a doctor.

If it was serious,

she'd be anaphylactoid.

"Anaphylactoid"?

That's not even a word.

Listen, we give her panadol

for the fever,

and we see how she is

in the morning.

I've got antihistamines.

Yeah.

That's a good idea.

Ah, boring.

Who f***ing

let him make a speech?

Get 'em off.

Chaddy.

Let's split this scene?

Okay?

Take these, baby.

Chad...

Chaddy?

Chad?

Mm?

Chaddy?

Can you hear the bells?

Babe?

Hmm?

Chaddy?

Sh*t, baby...

Oh, Jesus.

That's it.

I'm gonna take a break.

There's f***ing chunks

in this burger.

Oh!

I found a penny.

What's wrong

with her teeth?

Shh.

Get Dace.

Get Dace!

Get Dace!

- What's going on?

- We gotta get her to a doctor.

- Settle down.

- Don't tell me to settle down.

Look, these paintings

haven't been seen

for over a century.

It's the find of a lifetime.

F***.

We're not leaving just

'cause someone's got a fever!

She's hallucinating.

Her teeth are falling out.

It took us ages

to get here!

Take a look at her,

Dace.

Christ.

Um, do you know the way

back to the last town?

Yeah, I reckon.

Okay, if you leave now,

you can get there by lunchtime,

mid-afternoon

at the latest.

Um, f***. I'm gonna stay here

and work on the paintings.

I'll stay with you.

Take what you need.

Chad, help me get her

to the car, come on.

What food do we want?

Stuff we don't

have to cook.

All right.

Can I help carry her?

No, I've got her.

You go help Warren.

Dace, we've got to get out

of here.

There's all these bugs

eating everything.

Open the door.

Dace, they've been through

everything in my tent.

They've destroyed it all.

Warren, did you leave us

enough food?

Are you f***ing listening

to me?

Yes. Insects.

Whatever.

What is it?

What the f***?

That's what I've been

trying to tell you.

What are we gonna do?

We're gonna

have to walk it.

Yep. Okay.

Let's get her

back into the tent.

Warren, you're going to help me

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Josh Reed

Joshua Blake Reed (born May 1, 1980) is a former professional American football player who was a wide receiver in the National Football League (NFL) for eight seasons during the 2000s. He played college football for Louisiana State University (LSU), earned consensus All-American honors, and was recognized as the nation's best college receiver. He was picked by the Buffalo Bills in the second round of the 2002 NFL Draft. more…

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