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 don't know if there's a book called Horror Films for Dummies, but if there is, it would contain a list of typical ingredients for such a production: Bunch of friends; Isolated location; Creepy locals; Lack of phone signal (a necessary 21st century addition); Blurred lines between reality and illusion; Gruesome deaths; Contrived ending.

This film - which sort of aims to be Friday 13th meets The Wicker Man - contains all of the above. The result, however, is distinctly less than the sum of its parts.

As far as I can make out, everyone involved - writer, director, producer, cast - are new in the business. And it shows. The cast do their best with the strictly limited material they've been given, but the writing and the direction let them down terribly. The McGuffin ending is particularly unsatisfying.

I hope that those involved go on to better things - and manage to forget this amateurish effort.

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.

NO SPOILERS as there's nothing to spoil.

Beginning-not bad. Mid-average. End-weak. Acting-terrible However, if you want to see some fit girls wearing very little occasionally, give it a go. That's probably the only thing that made me see it through.