This is a Classic! Underrated and Absolutely Necessary.
Little Erin Merryweather? No, I don't want to meet her, but I'm so glad that, cinematically speaking, certain male characters with dirty hands and innocent hearts did. Wow! This film leaps into your lap like a rabid cat or a nightmare
in your midst and watching it you become pulled in to its horrific narrative. I am very much in league with critics who find that most genres are dead, bankrupt, cliche, and not worth your time. And then you find a story as fresh as the blood it pours-- and that blood is strategic; this film is really a homage to arty horror and suspense films of the past several decades, and its violence is never gratuitous, but also harrowing. I suggest people watch this film with the lights out, the pulse racing, and the shriek in the back of your throat getting its scream resounding. Vigdis Anholt is a scary, amazing, and novel antagonist: an addition to the horror genre that should disabuse anyone of the notion that the horror genre is a bygone. Moreover, David Morwick, and here I'll not elaborate on his fine directing and writing, plays a protagonist for whom your sympathies will be played with and all through the film will be intact. You want Peter Bloom to LIVE? Does he? I'm not telling buy or rent this underrated film and realize, with this film as a prime example, that the horror genre is alive and fiendishly well. It doesn't need gallons of blood, innumerable tits and ass, and smoke and mirrors to be a central kind of cinema in the 21st Century. Little Erin Merryweather is a knife in the back of horror film naysayers!