Question: If you’re a famous Danish painter (Keep the Lights On’s Thure Lindhardt) with a serious case of the creative doldrums, how do you reconnect with your muse? Answer: You shack up with and exploit a mute student (Dylan Smith) who has a somnambulistic urge for snacking on human flesh. Boris Rodriguez’s semi-splatter satire halfheartedly gnaws on targets—intercollegiate pettiness, small-town prejudices, the art world’s vapid fickleness—that have been eviscerated elsewhere with more bite. Allegedly a horror-comedy, it’s neither comic nor, despite several scenes of a bloodied Smith in his tighty-whities, particularly horrifying; as its title suggests, this is more of a self-conscious attempt to court quirky cult-film status. Nice try.