Skinamarink requires absolute engagement on its own terms. Corny as it sounds, it really must be watched in the dark, with no distractions, for its horribly oppressive atmosphere to completely envelop the viewer - but if the effort is made, the film offers a deeply unsettling and experimental narrative about unknowable horror through the eyes of a child.

Taking inspiration from analogue horror series on YouTube like Local 58 and The Mandela Catalogue, Skinamarink is narratively murky with the aesthetic…

I've known a few Llewyn's, and most of them ended up on Desolation Row, shouting to no one about the absurdity of it all. This version exists in the New York folk scene of the early 1960's, but anyone who's ever made a stab at following their muse down a dark alley can relate, whether a solitary minstrel carrying a guitar, or any other poor soul trying to earn a living through their art.

Ulysses, a lovable yellow tabby is…