Sacrilege

I don't know who's giving this film good reviews..it was awful. The bar for British horror is clearly not set very high going by how well received it been by some reviewers. The film has a very promising opening sequence but it very quickly goes downhill with woefully written dialogue, not the best acting (though how much of that is down how the cast were directed to perform) and a predictable sparse over-trodden storyline. The main cast are all 'hot' young women with little thought taken to giving them any kind of character other than the superficial female stereotypes. I take it that this is the first movie from this director/screenwriter so I will cut them some slack (I gave two stars rather than the one it really merits) but they really need to do their background work on how women actually behave and interact with each other if they ever want their films to be taken seriously. It would be a passable movie if made in 1974 but not 2020. Come on get your act together you can do better than this...

I'm not usually compelled to write reviews but this film is worthy of special mention. Quite simply the worst, most amatuerish, poorly acted and woefully written film I have seen in a VERY long time. And yes. I've seen Cats. Not one single redeeming feature can be found in this. Is this a spoof? Surely someone somewhere is pulling my chain with this? Laughable characters in laughable situations taking laughable actions. Written by an imbecile for imbeciles. I feel cheated that 83mins of my time was spent watching this. I NEVER leave the cinema. I have learnt my lesson now. From now on I'll be a walker. Some things just deserve derision. I feel a fool. You got me. And that is the real Sacrilege.

How many times can they rework this dead donkey?

Friends - family - office mates - weekend warriors, you name it. They all go off to the woods and meet up with... you guessed it Zombies, or Manic Bikers, or as in this case Cult followers. What a waste of effort and there wasn't much of that either.

Do yourself a favour and go and watch someone painting their fence.

Treelove, druidism and british folklore of the past, not stonehengian past but somewhere inbetween the solstices of human existence, where the god of nature must be fed with the human power and sacrifice, where bark masks and the size of the antlers decides your coming destiny, and huffin puffing weed makes the green green grass of home look like the fields of vlanders, and the hallucinations ques up into a shroomlike storm of nightmarish peculiars that diminishes the crew of four into one and so on... well this is how the storyline comes to me, with loads of lack and inconsistecies and not within the realms of common idolartry.

so even though bad story and plot, and just of the hinges acting, there are some cute intersections of visual gore and effects that lifts this film up from the quagmire and falls into a three outta ten from the grumpy old man. the intro really nurtures your curiosity, i just wish there where more of the same calibre...

If this is good british horror, i'd hate to see the bad british horror.

Terrible acting, terrible cast, dialog seems written by an art scool dropout.

There are plenty of better films with the same story.