Dead & Breakfast

I just saw this for free at an AFM screening, and, well, I got what I paid for. Poor Jeremy Sisto -- from "Six Feet Under" to this. Not one good laugh in the film. And when you're hiring out of a union with a 92% unemployment rate, at least get some young adults who are reasonably attractive. The last great mystery of the cinema is: why is it so hard to get the color of stage blood right? This is the usual Karo-syrup-and-red-food-coloring stuff and -- oh, what should I expect? No one on this film can shoot, light, apply cosmetics, sing, dance, dress, act, write, or edit. Please, if anyone can tell me where this director went to film school, leave its name on here so I can go slap the admissions clerk.