This is the sort of film you watch when there's nothing else, which is sad because the idea behind it is actually pretty decent.
Pros: Concept. The creature design proved fairly unsettling, though I would've probably made that single eye staring out of the bag a tad less human. The pub made for a suitably oppressive setting. Solid enough performances from the cast.
Cons: I was more or less in it until Katie returned from Otto's place so desperate to find Iris.... but couldn't be bothered to check the bathroom where she's lying. Lazy writing. Otto's rushed, cliche little explanation of the creature's history lacked enough detail to have any impact after the build up. The walls of the witch's "tomb" resembled something made out of plastic; a state of affairs unhelped by bad lighting. And what the hell was with the flashbacks before Iris/Baghead crushed Neil's head? The witch has been in control all along? What does Iris's drawing have to do with anything?
Cap it off with a disappointing ending, and you're left with the feeling of having just woken from a dream: nothing but half-remembered images and a vague sense of confusion.
Pros: Concept. The creature design proved fairly unsettling, though I would've probably made that single eye staring out of the bag a tad less human. The pub made for a suitably oppressive setting. Solid enough performances from the cast.
Cons: I was more or less in it until Katie returned from Otto's place so desperate to find Iris.... but couldn't be bothered to check the bathroom where she's lying. Lazy writing. Otto's rushed, cliche little explanation of the creature's history lacked enough detail to have any impact after the build up. The walls of the witch's "tomb" resembled something made out of plastic; a state of affairs unhelped by bad lighting. And what the hell was with the flashbacks before Iris/Baghead crushed Neil's head? The witch has been in control all along? What does Iris's drawing have to do with anything?
Cap it off with a disappointing ending, and you're left with the feeling of having just woken from a dream: nothing but half-remembered images and a vague sense of confusion.