The first “teen” to be murdered looks about 35, but other than that it’s pretty standard slasher stuff.
As someone convinced they're dying of a brain tumor every time they get a headache, the opening act spoke to me.
I actually really appreciate the delicate, if somewhat dull, slow plodding of Max and the world around him. It feels like the truth of life and death. I love a good melancholy wallow, and I'd also gladly take a long weekend in that retreat with my striped pyjamas.
The mystery aspect I could take or leave.