If you're looking for a movie where the main plot and theme seems to be cheap-looking goth bimbos drink and flash their bare breasts at every opportunity, then this is the film for you.

This movie would need a fire truck ladder to lift itself to the level of low budget. It literally looks like someone got a new camera and called everyone that they knew to make a movie. The acting is galactically beyond bad; it seemed like the stories were being made up as the actors... and I use that term extremely loosely... as they went along. Every single woman in the film is loaded with either piercings, tattoos, or both, and there wasn't a one of them who batted an eye about flashing the goods.

It would seem like the producer walked into the skankiest, crummiest, lousiest strip club that he could find, shouted "Who wants to be in a movie?!" and voila, you end up with Midnight Macabre.

Three tales of terror. First story, "Midnight Macabre" - Three girls play a game of midnight macabre in a house where five mysterious deaths occurred get more than they bargained for. This one builds a reasonable amount of tension and culminates in a grim conclusion, plus the gals are hot in a skeevy web-can model sort of way. Second yarn, "3 A.M." - Two reality show ghost busters answer a call that turns out to be much more than they expected. Zach Thomas and Xavier Whittington are quite funny and likable in the leads; it's a hoot to watch these guys wimp out when faced with a genuinely dangerous supernatural force. Third and best anecdote, "A Soul Was Sold" - Young Nora (a solid and appealing portrayal by slim and attractive brunette Kody Evans) finds herself in considerable jeopardy when she decides to investigate the baffling disappearance of her brother. The creepy mood and chilling climax make this segment a winner. Writer/director Joe Haugh keeps the narrative moving along at a brisk pace, crafts a fun ooga-booga atmosphere, and tosses in a generous amount of tasty gratuitous female nudity for trashy good measure. Granted the production values are pretty rough around the edges, but this only adds to this film's scrappy charm.

Another trio of indie horror shorts, presented by a woman in a tight, cleavage-baring latex outfit. The first story is about a bunch of young women who head off to a 'death house' on the anniversary of some unexplained deaths to play a dangerous game. The second story concerns a couple of ghost hunters who come across a genuine case of the eerie. The third story is about a woman whose brother goes missing, leading her on an unusual investigation. The one thing all of these have in common is that they're mostly set in people's living rooms with a bunch of cast members hanging around explaining the story, rather than showing it. As such, they're dreary and talky, and not worth your time.