Review by Propellorpants

For some reason, filmland is convinced that rural life must be pretty weird and those unsupervised oddballs who choose to live in villages are all kinky pagans. These clichés also abound in this hit and miss offering. Stay in the city if you wanna be safe, kids - Satan loves a thatched roof! : /

This particular take of verdant supernaturalism comes across as a blend of League of Gentlemen meets The Green Man. There's a quasi religious feel about the whole thing that's applied with a crude brush - the fruit of the forbidden tree, the crucifixion etc., - and this is probably key to understanding what's going on; I say 'understanding' because following what's going on here will be an imprecise art for the majority of viewers who, confident that they know what's going on in the first 75% of the film will find themselves tossed into a pretentious casserole of symbolism and gore in the final stretch. After that, it's anyone's guess what's happening.

Having endured the increasingly complex storyline, there was meagre reward with the final scene and little in the way of explanation. Instead there is a daft shorthand version of resolution. You might remember it but I doubt you'll understand it.