<There an author reasons about horror films of past decades from where comes to common once again that movies of decades ago in this genre are wonderful and contemporary are not. Then the author writes long list of his lovable flicks with describing of them and forgets about review.>
<There the author recalls about review and comes back by don’t making intrigue that Mid-Century is “devilish hideous” movie and then he goes in many sentences about nature of his suffering in watching of this by forgetting again that writes review to which he returns in describing of acting.>… actors don’t implement their personages what can consider for modern trendy now. A protagonist pair has no corresponding chemistry between each other. Two people who effortlessly pretend for married couple. I don’t see live in them. <Then the author goes to poetic metaphors (that he would better don’t demonstrate.) about performers who can’t be in characters.> And those two actors in intro behaved like in commercial of fifties what doesn’t fit for realism. Director Sonja O’Hara imitates style of horrors of that time and sometimes she succeeds. Interior of a house and music on music from gramophone also remind about it. I had recalling of movies with these buildings hiding mystery.
However, staging can give strange in combination shots and take attention to misunderstanding details. Few times creep music played without point. Once after it were followed funny tunes in spirit of seventies, which sounded in committing of homicide.
Similar flaws occur with a plot. The protagonist keeps a natural behavior to sudden appeared person with cut neck. Director doesn’t care on details as it was with another personage who flips a first-seen book with knowing of a right page and can doesn’t look on it.
What does director know about birds? <A little pretending of the author in knowledge of ornithology.> Birds don’t hit in windows by that way because I many times saw and heard it. Nobody leaves a big stain of blood. Then goes a scene with this bird of black fakus birdus breed. Oh, those facial expressions in actors. I don’t want their survival since that. <Here the author does few not bad jokes with inclusion of old Cheddar, beardless dwarfs and Mormons.>
Only Bruce Dern, who comes for seconds, is organic here… <Describing by the author of that gleaming appearance of an actor (who puts signatures on such movies for paycheck.) goes in eccentric historical comparisons with little in thousands army of Spartans who stood against attacks of ten thousands of Persians when acting of Dern endured against talentless performers. And the author suddenly finishes this review without point by trying in snobbish way of arthouse directors to show that he hints that no point has this film anywhere.>
