Seriously overlooked UK horror. This is a visually compelling chiller with a great soundtrack and while it certainly feels disjointed at times the former qualities keep it engaging. The final leg allows the imagery and concepts to coalesce impactfully. It may not quite deliver on all the tension, but the strong overall atmosphere makes the whole piece work.
Disturbing minimalism. Like "clean shaven" and "spider" we are forced into a claustrophobic world of schizophrenic tension and an unreliable narrator circling traumas he can never quite name and a child headed spider puppet that just won't die. At times the repetitions were almost too much, but the demanded patience was worth the horrifying finale, that I probably won't be able to handle another viewing of.
The first half is a masterpiece of slow-burning dread, ruined locations & surreal imagery, which succeeds in creating a disquieting air of mystery. Throughout questions announce themselves & draw us into the sad strange life of its central character. Unfortunately the last act fails to deliver on this & kind of unravels into exposition. Most of the questions go unanswered. It's a real shame given the great potential.
Continuing symbolism - such as scrolling the picture book, recitation of the poem, apparitions of the fox or abstract conversations - strives to reach an art-house horror. Even though it manages to present dreadful imagery, most of its running time falls flat. Last couple of minutes bring resolve to its tiring motifs, but it must shift itself from one genre to another. Ambitious, but it fails to achieve any emotion.
4,5 Hodně zajímavý Surrealistický snímek, který vypráví poněkud střípkovitě a mysteriózně příběh o loutkaři. Ten se vrací do svého domu s podivnou loutkou (která je fakt děsivá) a začně bojovat se svými starými problémy. Nejde o tom moc co říci, ten film je prakticky i dost minimalistický co se týče vyprávění děje. Pusťte si a uvidíte, mě to bavilo nehorázně :D
3.6 stars. Sags a little when it splinters in the middle stretch, but contains startling use of concrete thingy metaphors and a soul-searing finale. Getting the Radiophonic Workshop on board was a real boon. Alun Armstrong is the scabbiest grotbag that ever stank out the screen - a convincingly Norfolk evil. Sean Harris combines method acting with silent film expressionism uniquely. Relentless and oft brilliant.