emilyxcarter

This one didn't do to well, but I loved it, despite it's literally ridiculous sexism (half naked porned out chix with gigundo boobies running around in rural Oregon river towns and nobody questions it). I loved it for it's air of sorrow, which is often missing from Horror genres; horror movies, after all, are first and foremost tragedies. I loved the family dynamics, and I loved the actor who played Uncle Pete like a giant compressed lump of hurt. I loved the cinemetography of the Oregon Coast, beautiful and full of damp dread. Most of all I loved how the script knows that there's not that big a difference between a cult and a family; both shape your reality, both hold you tight, and both can mutilate you permanently. Two scenes had me crying. Great flick.

I don't like it when a movie promises to be a thriller or horror film and then turns out to be a Lifetime Movie of the Week. The setting, the acting, the editing and the script were the same kind of mediocrity I get from the tube, If you are bored, like I was last night, it will pass the time.

I am furious that this film is not getting more reviews, and that the churchill bio pic is stealing its review pace. This is a film with what I look for in horror: the anxiety, tragedy, the nightmarish, isolated atmosphere. It's truly terrifying on more than a jumpscare level, but brings you back to the kind of terror you felt as a kid, waking from a bad dream to find the world still dark, wondering if you are the only person alive in the universe, wondering what monsters are out there, just waiting to torment you.