Somewhere down in the forested areas of southern Louisiana, a covered executioner stalks individuals from a nearby chasing club. As blood trails interface the casualties, a police appointee named Ned Annison gets himself got in the center, sought after by both the executioner and the town sheriff, who trusts Ned is the man mindful. Continuously one stage ahead, Ned attempts to stop the executioner and demonstrate his innocence, just to find that a few companionships end in blood. Each town has its privileged insights. Amid one frightening night, Gloster, Louisiana simply let its out.
Moderate smolder and Slasher motion pictures are not for the most part something that go as an inseparable unit, but rather this is exactly what essayist/chief Eric F. Adams has endeavored to with his most recent task, In The Hell of Dixie.