Stuck with writer’s’ block during his new play, a writer takes his daughter to a remote castle on the coast to help with a new project, but his caretaker assistant holding him to his promise to finish the script as well as the secrets of the castles ancient past force everyone to confront the supernatural threats to get away alive.
The movie is almost like Shakespeare’s epic story about a danish king at a stormy pit in the catholic scotland….anyway it’s not mine but the landscape is in fact just like where i live, with blistering wind over the foaming waves by the shoals near the end of the world, where the director has mended an impressing product of light and dark, love and hate and heaven and hell. the use of different camera angles makes you feel like a fly on the wall, the fast shifting settings makes you feel insecure, and the scares…well that depends on how drunk or shroomed you are.
But its a slow burning quasi horror flick, that may have a fuse that’s to long for the adrenaline seekers among us. though there aren’t any significant flaws in the production nor in the cast, it will be put in the neverending story bin, a bin that 50% of decently made horror flicks will lay and decay.
By all means its hiGH above the new normal of british film productions these days, so its a small recommend from the grumpy old man