Had me until Penny Dreadful turned into Sméagol and rode on Dumbo’s back.
It has taken me many days to formulate the right words for this film, but here it is.
When I left the theater after watching this film I had nothing to say. Literally there were no words that were on the tip of my tongue, there was no impact whatsoever. I left the theater feeling a strange sensation I could not describe. It wasn't because the movie was amazing. It was because this movie felt like a complete sham.
An arthouse masterpiece. The psychological horror of this film really proves character dynamics, when done correctly, can make a film into something truly unique. The editing (coloring, pacing, overall tone) was stellar. There exists true artisanship in creating an engaging film in such an isolated environment.
The ending was perfect for the tone of the film. Opened ended. Raw. Honest.
This is the type of film which lingers in your psyche. A great interpretation into the nature of family, fear, disease and ultimately human response to disaster.