This movie is roughly 12 minutes of compelling story, and the rest is padding. Angus Scrimm is kind of creepy if you have a hang up from that time you were 5 and making faces in church to try to make your sister laugh and an old man in a suit that you didn’t know reprimanded you (what? Just me?), but otherwise this is more low budget shortcut than film. It’d be better as a segment in an anthology horror…
I can’t think of another movie that’s this well made that I disliked watching so much, and I think I mean that mostly in praise. What starts as cringe-inducing shock horror somehow becomes more cohesive and more unsettling as it goes on. Anchored by some fine performances, some rad shots, and heaps of style. I’m sure I could recommend it, but I’m not sure to who.
That ending, though.