Hector graduated at the top of his acting class at Julliard, and assumed the rest of his life would be filled with meaty roles and glorious reviews. But life has a way of not working out as planned. 10 years later, Hector is scrounging to make ends meet, his only “acting” gig being dressing up as a big yellow duck at children’s birthday parties. Maybe it was the sick brat who vomited on his chest, or maybe the little spaz who kicked him in the junk, but whatever it was it was the last straw and Hector finally cracked. Now a mentally unstable shell of himself, hellbent on some sort of undefinable vengeance against the world, Hector spends his nights stalking and murdering teenagers at an acting camp. What makes this movie different than all of those other camp slasher movies? I guess it’s that the murderer is wearing a hilarious blood-stained yellow duck costume and recites Shakespearean quotes before each comically gruesome murder.