laird’s review published on Letterboxd:
I have a growing tolerance for amateur productions, and it doesn't get much more amateur than a feature shot on Super 8 by a 17-year-old for about $500... so heed my rating with a grain of salt. This isn't a "monster kid home movie": there's clearly a script, and a lot of thought put into shots and sequences. (Not that its humble roots aren't betrayed every time you can hear the camera motor in the sync sound.) As an amalgamation of popular horror that came before it, it shows an almost Tarantino-like use of homage, blending the "awesome" elements from its influences into one sprawling, inelegant reorganization that at several turns verges on being genuinely clever (or at least surprising). Pacing is an issue, and the requisite gore shots are exactly what you'd expect from a 17-year-old gorehound. As is some of the more portentous dialogue. "What is a brain without eyes to see?!" yells a man from the wood-paneled cabin of his custom van where he earlier delivered a soliloquy to a trash bag containing the chopped up remains of a woman.