FleshEatingZipper says: "It seems easy… too easy. Red State, Kevin Smith’s horror opus, opens with three kids looking to score. Somehow the one with the curly hair convinces them all to go down on a chick he met on the internet in some glorious foursome with little more incentive than a faceless thumbnail on a tacky hookup site. It’s not long before they’re on their way to her trailer in the woods to get down when – bait and switch! – they wind up prisoners in a crazy church run by a fictionalized, militant version of Fred Phelps (y’know, the guy who runs the Westboro Baptist Church, the one that pickets soldiers’ funerals with ‘God Hates Fags’ signs? That one.). What begins as a colossal mess ends as one while writer/director Smith fumbles through a movie that doesn’t seem far removed from a fevered dream – not disturbing in any sense of terror, but at how awfully languid it is."