I had high hopes for this, seemingly in the tradition of British ‘folk horror’ and coming from the resurrected Hammer. I found it disappointing on almost every level. As a portrait of parental grief it felt extremely shallow. Though the leads weren’t too bad, their relationship was far too rushed (as was the whole film), their actions and motivations contrived and unconvincing at every turn. Sloppily written and directed, with a severe lack of tension or intrigue – the old cliché of the car breaking down in the in the middle of the woods happens not once, but twice (to the same car!). By the time the film had settled into bog standard evil kid territory, plodding to a well telegraphed climax, I’d given up on it completely . . .
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