Monday, 16 March 2015


Plausibly suggests that supernatural terrors are a manifestation of very real fears, up until the point a priest farts out a clunky bit of exposition that plunges everything down into unfathomable levels of catatonic idiocy.


  1. One I saw around the same time as Black Rock, and rated it higher, but not by much.

    There's no shortage of modern British horror, but a real shortage of quality stuff. So much of it - this, Eden Lake, F, Hush, XMoor etc etc - is uninspired fodder in the same vein. They all seem to think it's enough to have a grim, bleak aesthetic.

    1. Sick of filmmakers assuming using washed out colours is enough to create 'grim & forboding'.