It was nice to see an attempt at something different, but if I knew this film was going to slip back into the same formulaic nonsense most modern horror films stick to, I’d have been better off spending 123 minutes of my time bashing my head against a brick wall. What’s most frightening about this film is the shamefully bad writing. It’s like it set out to have a structured plot with character and depth, but then got too excited about the big twist, and proceeded to run into the woods giggling like a child, before urinating over its own feet.
Adam Lester. 