Winters are dark and foreboding in the pitched woods of Wisconsin. The sleet-covered expanse of barren murk is broken only by icy ribbons of twisty, ill-lit back roads, and these potholed, gravel-strewn avenues are patrolled by wheeled engines of steel vengeance, such as the wicked automobile roaring through Black Cadillac (2003). Three friends carouse and punch up in a remote roadhouse then pull … Become a Mr Skin Member and get the full review