Although I still aver that the slasher genre is played out, I’m willing and happy to acknowledge when a filmmaker takes those tired old tropes and gives us something half-decent with them. While too many indie microbudget genre directors are content to crank out love letters to the trash slasher flicks they loved in junior high, director Mike Nichols and writers Charles Black and Sam Freeman make Bread Crumbs (2009) more than a slavish imitation of thirty-year-old cheapies. It’s not a terribly good movie, but it’s good enough to be a net positive. This despite the fact that the movie is, essentially, the blending of two related slasher subgenres: “spam in a cabin” and “killer rednecks.”