Rebecca Lloyd

Worth watching if you are film nerdish. It had a very David Lynch like scene, and the old guy at the end was straight out of Steven King. The Detroit wasteland was a fabulous setting. The acting was pretty much ok. There was a moral streak towards the end that looked like a blood smear. So many horror films start well and then fall it bits in the end. Really l suspect this one did too. But the notion of a breast feeding mother as the monster was... God knows what it was. Because most horror films are riddled with clichés, l always wait for them but in this film there were no obvious ones, or at least l think the film makers were clever enough to avoid clichés. However towards the end, the monster falls from a great height and lies sprawled on the ground. We've seen that many times before, but in this film it looked to be a deliberate device and with a twist. There was a couple of visceral moments however..... Also there was a thin strand of humour in it, although it never overpowered the stark horror of it. But l would say that while this film is ok for those of us who are hardened, it is very much the wrong film for the oversensitive amongst us.

Lots of screeching background music, one or two good atmospheric shots, particularly of the landscape with mist. Set in the 70s, by the looks of things, at least one character was a cliché. Looked like the object of affection at the end was a taxidermed specimen; the eyes never blink. Got a feeling the novel will be a great deal better.

I thought this series was brilliant, it was a dazzling mixture of wit, style and atmosphere. I loved every moment of it. Towards the end, a strange sort of abstraction begins to appear. The lack of colour, except pink tints in the sky, is genius for creating the atmosphere. The endlessness of paper and pens, and of stairs, was pure mirth. Most of all, the ice tray with the new refrigerator. It made me happy to come across talent like this in a time when art, individuality and original thought are under threat.

I found it self conscious and awkward and couldn't watch it to the end. Nothing seemed very natural, all was 'staged'.... no idea if that was to do with the way it was filmed, or the editing. The dialogue had no flare either.

The more l watched this weirdly groping movie, the more irritated l became with it. It's slow, slow, slow with a lot of scenes in very dark rooms, occasional dialogue that isn't interesting. What l liked about it was the title. I waited for flies, got about half way through the film, and just couldn't go on with it.