They say you cannot look away from a train wreck. Muck will afford you no such opportunity, either; from the first frame until the last, Muck grabs you by the throat and crashes you head-on into the carnage of said train. Your heart beats until its thumps drown out your screams. Twisted metal scrapes and rips your skin, the force of which will whip you around like a rag doll. Worry not about whether you'll be able to look away from things you cannot unsee, you will be lucky to leave the theater without bloodstains on your clothes.
But, as you will soon find out, on this Feast of Saint Patrick, the lucky ones are already dead.