I take no pleasure when I find a horror movie to be lacking in any excitement and sadly Random Acts of Violence is that movie. Based on a graphic novel, director/writer Jay Baruchel (Goon: Last of the Enforcers) understands where to take the story, but fails to add any shock or awe to it. There’s too much going on. It’s a road trip movie, about a comic book writer named Todd (Jesse Williams), along with his supportive girlfriend Kathy (Jordana Brewster), his manager Ezra (Baruchel), and assistant artist Aurora (Niamh Wilson), traveling from Toronto to various comic-book stores, leading to their final stop at New York’s comic-con. Along the way, the group is being followed by a killer, repeating the violence that was depicted in Todd’s “Slasherman” stories. The violence turns up with each stop and Todd must confront the fact that his art is becoming too much of a reality. Random Acts of Violence has the makings of an engaging horror movie and commentary about slasher fans, but instead it’s saying too much and not entertaining enough to care for.