Evil is out there. It's all around us. On the smile of every child. In every mylar birthday balloon of Dora the Explorer. Anytime a group of entitled white Americans go to a foreign country and ignore local legends...
Indigenous, itself, is evil. Not the good kind of evil that exists in King Diamond albums or D&D games, but the kind of evil that makes you angry that it exists. That it's so far on the opposite end of a spectrum that there has to be something amazingly good to make up for how bad this is; something sainthood good.
IMDB's description of Indigenous is only "American Tourists travel to Panama and have a very terrifying experience." The terrifying experience is a Chupacabra, which looks like your typical pasty white skin, razor teeth, and milk white pupil vampire style monster. The only break-out moment of this film comes with the addition of a special device the one person is beta testing that allows for instant uploads to social media. This makes it so a very Blair Witch style video hits Facebook and the world picks up on it in real time. Everything else in this film is overdone crap.
Indigenous isn't worth the time. Once again, this is a film that I needed to cleanse my horror pallet after it.
I give Indigenous 0 Deviant Art chupacabras out of 5:
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