This is one of the worst movies I've ever liked. A group of 20-somethings go on a trip to a cabin in the woods by a lake which is occupied by a monster that makes them want to have sex with each other and then with it. This movie feels like it was written by someone on a drunken bender and then made a bunch of lousy special effects out of papier-mache, and got together a bunch of friends who couldn't act together to film them doing this with a home movie camera.
And yet... there's flashes of talent here. I almost feel like this is the sort of thing where you go back and look at the terrible first amateur movie from a director who went on to great things, and say, "Yeah, you could kind of see the potential, even in this." It reminds me of very early Cronenberg in its unflinching body horror and clinical, unsexy sex. It reminds me in a way of how some really bad zero-budget Lovecraft interpretations seems to have something going for them despite having been clearly made with no money or talent.
Seriously, it's an absolutely terrible movie, but in a film-buff way... it's kind of... interesting? Weirdly?
Like, I get the feeling, in some odd corners of the internet, people will be talking about this movie. Even though it's absolutely terrible.
It's got kind of a arthouse thing going on, and I normally don't go for that, although here it somehow works, enough that I almost don't mind that pretty much nothing else about the movie does.
It's definitely different.
Worth noting: the director's previous film was Found, which I gave a spectacular review to many years ago, so many years ago that even several years ago I came upon the review and couldn't remember the first thing about the movie. But my review from when I saw it was absolutely glowing. Interesting.
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