Gwledd

Fill your boots with a familiar tale of revenge and retribution that will satisfy most appetites built on justice and justness regarding the environment, especially if you're partial to a dash of Takashi Miike too.

Somebody has watched to many artistic complementary trash, and tried to make a similar movie without any talent.

It's very slow, pointless monument of amateurism.

You can tell right from the start that something is off. You cannot tell what it is, but the vibe and the tension is there from the start. There is also a lot of humor or class division things in there ... the bike outside ... the general health craze and many other things. You could argue there are certain sins involved. Maybe a bit too subtle for some.

And while you see that thing as something obvious, there is much more behind it. And when ... well the dirt hits the fan ... things might get a bit too much for some viewers. Remember this is not easy to watch from a certain point forward. If you are easily offended and "squirmy" ... better think twice before you watch it.

Even for a slow burn, the pace is super slow, as there is an absence of conflict for a big part of it.

The horror is all left for the end. Nothing wrong with that. I love films - like La Llorona - who did that and it worked. The problem here is that the film is so eventless in the first two acts that I wasn't interested anymore.

Interesting themes and some good bloody scenes.

The story unfolds very slowly around a dinner party of an unpleasantly wealthy family and an awkward young woman who is hired to help cook and serve the meal.

Bizarre happenings involving the peculiar assistant, the food and the guests threaten our nouveau riche hostess's desperate plan to get her neighbors to invest in mining on their surrounding properties.

Nightmare fuel ensues.

This movie is not for everyone. Being in Welsh, the movie has this air of otherworldliness to it. The filmmakers let the visuals do a lot of the talking. And not much is explained in detail.

I enjoyed it for its atmospheric mystique and its ancillary exposé on the dangers of triathlons and heroin.