The Oregonian

This film really wants to be a cult-classic midnight movie kind of deal - the sort of idiosyncratic horror film that could be screened alongside D. Lynch, A. Jodorowsky or K. Anger - but it has nowhere near the intelligence, inspiration or panache to pull that sort of thing off. Whereas the best midnight movies seem to spring from uniquely personal visions, this one feels like some people spent a weekend throwing around half-baked ideas, hoping that something would stick. And, while the best cult films feel original and strange, this film feels more-or-less like a generic bit of horror, just without a discernible script. Not worth it.

Young Lindsay Pulsipher on her farm in rural Oregon is hearing and seeing many strange things so she leaves the place, rifle in hand and face bloodied to see what's going on. On the way she encounters a lot of weird people and the question is whether this is real or hallucination.

I think the person who wrote and created this film must have been on something, possibly coming down from a bad acid trip. I saw, no point, no plot, no reason for this film's existence. I carried on to the end to write this review and hope it got better.

I was disappointed. Pulsipher is a beautiful woman, the next role should accent that beauty.

Just finished seeing the last showing here at Sundance, over a quarter of the audience walked out. Audio blares through the whole film in a way that leaves even the most patient film goer in pain. The film itself lacks much of a story. I have seen some disturbing and painful horror, but this is just plain ridiculous. It tries for the lost in woods feel of Blair Witch, but substitutes screams and flashed images for genuine scares.

Story wise, it seems like they were trying to do an Alice In Wonderland finds herself in hell. The lead role does an admirable job acting, but the juxtaposed story never really takes you anywhere. You will scratch your head after seeing this one, wondering what was the point? If the filmmakers were trying to troll sundance, I would say they succeeded.

And you'll want that 80 minutes back, if you waste them on this movie. You're better off making out with a cheese grater if you want cheap, bloody thrills. Which this film has none....give the audience some credit. Yes, we've seen Eraserhead, and this is no Erasehead. Absolutely no pay off, just shaky camera work, no dialogue, not nearly enough gore for horror fans, just lots of close ups of very ugly faces. I get it, you like David Lynch. But not that much because this was a terrible effort. Ed Wood looks like Eastwood compared to this tripe. But there are people out there that will argue the merits of tripe, saying that it is good, the way my grandmother prepares it. But it's not, it's the lining of a cows stomach.........

The Oregonian is an 81 minute long exercise in trying to find meaning in genuine nothingness. You could compare this film to watching paint dry, but at least watching paint dry has a conclusion, it dries.