When his grave is defiled by a group of teenagers, a supernatural killer embarks on a murderous rampage to recover what was taken from him.

Appearing to be a riff on horror films, or more specifically the Friday the 13th franchise, writer/director Chris Nash brings to the screen a generic horror film that raises the question how this film made its way into theaters.

Nash’s script takes the audience on a drawn out journey with a supernatural killer named Johnny while he walks, and walks, and then walks some more through the wilderness, occasionally stopping to murder his teenage victims, and an overly trusting park ranger who’s no stranger to Johnny’s violent nature.  While the story doesn’t provide anything of interest to grasp on to, there is the questionable success of Nash’s ability to create characters who have absolutely no redeeming qualities.  This does count for something, right?

Then comes Nash’s attempt to be edgy with his use of violence while Johnny goes about dispatching his victims.  Absurd as these scene are, it may be feasible to imagine that a character such as Johnny who possesses a stunted level of intelligence as explained in his backstory, he would choose the methods he does.  It may be a stretch to assume this, but who knows or even cares.  Finally, the best part of the script arrives when an unnamed woman driving a pick up truck utters the final words of an inane story about Bob and the bear.  This is the explanation to the audience that sometimes animals, in this case Johnny, have no rhyme or reason for their violent nature.  It begs to question was there ever a time while writing the script that Nash felt as thought the audience would need this explained to them?  

Filmed in the wilderness of Ontario Canada, the entire movie views as if it was filmed on a super eight video camera straight out of the seventies.  The lack of film quality and often times much needed lighting for darkened scenes, often creates whats best described as a hazy appearance that diminishes said scenes.  Combined with the numerous cut scenes of the wilderness surroundings that should have been left on the editing room floor, the films runtime of an hour and a half feels as though it could have been cut in half without losing a single story beat.  As the end credits finally began to roll, In a Violent Nature left this viewer with a feeling of loss relating to time that could have been spent doing anything other than watching this film.