Made in Tampa/Clearwater, Florida, in a minimalist-scape of back roads, gas stations, and motels, actor/director Nicholas Naylor's indie science-fiction feature is a "Twilight Zone" episode-esque premise that almost, if not entirely, supports a feature-length (a sequel is declared in the works).
A mini-boom of violent crime is traced by (rather bumbling) sheriffs and deputies to a random couple, hard-luck Vera (Laura Stetman) and burly nice guy Foster (Naylor). Both came across a glowing object on the ground at night (so one hears in the dialogue; wisely, no attempt is made at elaborate special effects to tax the low budget).
Strangely, neither of them recalls the other's presence at the encounter. But afterward, the two young strangers feel strangely drawn to each other, and discover they possess not only a sort of empathic telepathy but can also focus their brain waves on other people, sometimes rendering the victims harmlessly unconscious - but sometimes killing them, or driving them into a state of psychosis.
And because both Vera and Foster are in the throes of bad romantic breakups, each harbors a lot of issues and hidden rage. However, it is the winsome-looking, needier Vera who starts the body count climbing -hough Naylor keeps the nasty stuff almost completely offscreen.
There is something to be said for the tasteful restraint and attempt to get under the characters' skins, not just unleashing mayhem in a formulaic yarn of super-powers out of control. Still, it is a low-key, talky item that doesn't reach for much beyond its grasp. Collections in the Sunshine State may give want to give the title a prominent place in hometown-pride productions.