Returning from vacation, the Miller family find their home has been broken into. After cleaning up the mess they continue with their lives, shaking off the feeling of being violated. Little do they know the real nightmare has just begun.

Rarely have I come away from a movie viewing experience, hell, any experience, feeling as despondent and dismal as I did after suffering through the spirit slaying swill of “Hangman”.

This alleged inspiration (the filmmakers claim, because there wasn’t a damn thing inspiring about any of this stinking cesspool) by true events tracks through multi-concealed cameras a masked maniac as he terrorizes a suburban family of four while hiding inside their home. As near as I can surmise this depraved debacle was efforting to explore through character study the sliced up psyche of a gutted soul in search of love never shared with his own kin. But that notion is almost as laughable as the myriad of unintentionally albeit darkly comical scenes where this rancid animal literally stood right next to various household members yet remained completely undetected!

“Hangman” imposes upon it’s (hopefully limited) audience a festering crapload of degenerate diligence just to hear a mother tell you she loves you. And the nightmare never sleeps ending is ripped right off without variation from other flicks eons superior to this festival of feces.

But hey now, if you wanna spend about an hour and a half of your time on this planet watching a whack-job voyeur engineer the demolition of an innocent couple and their kids, then be my guest.

Just don’t come this way with your head hangin’ low and lookin’ for sympathy after you do. I tried to tell ya.