Cabin Fever is a fuckin’ mess. It tries to be funny, it tries to be scary, it tries to be political satire, and fails, fails, fails. I’ll give props to the film’s threat: a contagious skin disease that infects a group of teenagers in the backwoods but everything else is tired and uninspired. There’s a lot I could say about Eli Roth’s Cabin Fever; it’s derivative, it’s cliche, it’s gross for the sake of being gross, but why bother when you can just watch this:
You think that seeing the movie would explain that scene, it doesn’t. In the kitchen of horror movies Cabin Fever is just another burnt short stack.