What do our ideas look like before we create/transmit them? What does a song sound like inside a musician’s head before they create it? What does the sentence sound like before the author writes it? Do creators give ideas life, or just remold them as they enter the physical world? Is the corruption done by a creator an act that distances something from its original, most pure and basic form? How it should be? How often do we create art…

I really enjoyed how nuanced this film was. Overall, the pacing was pretty slow, but the horror of this film slowly creeps up on you. Kind of like lotion on the skin. Not a whole lot of exciting stuff happening on the surface, but deep within, you feel it. You feel the paranoia of thinking someone's watching you when you're alone. You feel the predation of something foul in the air, and dare you say its name, dare you believe…