
Karen,
the admitting nurse, runs operation in the hospital. Technically, Nurse Mandy
does the killing, but they are usually more like euthanasia than murder. Of
course, they make it look like natural causes. Cousin Regina is just
responsible for ferrying the cooler from the hospital loading dock to the
thuggish Nicholas, who handles the customer side of the business. Yet, somehow,
she manages to lose a pre-sold kidney on this fateful night. That means Nurse
Mandy will have to improvise to save Regina’s neck (or at least her kidney).
It
turns out this 1999 night will be the perfect storm of trouble. In addition to
the cop killer who was just admitted with his rent-a-cop minder, Mandy’s estranged
step-brother also came in comatose after an overdose. Plus, most of the local
cops are out-of-town for a Y2K preparedness conference. Frankly, Nurse Mandy would
probably keep matters from getting out of hand, were it not for Regina’s
misguided attempts to take the initiative. Things really get messy (and blood-splattered)
as a result.
Shift
is
often amusing in a one-darned-thing-after-another kind of way, but its
condescending attitude towards the small-town Arkansas characters gets tiresome
quickly. Not every Arkansan is an opioid-addicted Jesus Freak, just like not
every Los Angelino is a welfare-cheating gang member. Nevertheless, the
uber-caustic, ultra-deadpan performance of Angela Bettis as Nurse Mandy is a
thing of beauty. Frankly, she mostly just hits one or two notes, but what
cutting notes they are.

Somehow,
Grant manages to distract viewers from her characters’ appalling crimes through
her screwball pacing. Even the film itself seems to lose track of its
body-count. However, her periodic attempts at hipster stylization fall embarrassingly
flat. Still, it is worth watching Bettis do her cynical thing. Recommended for
cult movie fans, who like their comedies bloody and nihilistic, 12 Hour
Shift would have screened at this year’s Tribeca, but it is likely to get
picked up for distribution regardless.