Dina Fisher

Surprisingly bad. If you're going hoping to see a contemporary filmmaker attempt a Hertzog-ian feat, FORGET ABOUT IT. I was honestly ready to walk out within the first 5 minutes as the over-the-top spasmatic jerking and jump scares told me all I needed to know about what would follow. The movie's saving grace is the dream-like sequences as hubby encounters the Lord in castle. Other than that, I honestly was wondering whether the whole thing was tongue in cheek bashing of art-house pretensions. But nope. Oh... one of the script writers was clever enough to sneak the cannabis into what was supposed to be a foreign European language, so at least there's that. Maybe it was their cute way of saying: make sure you're stoned when you see this cuz that's what it's gonna take to make this work.