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I love analog horror. I really do. I even like the YouTuber that made this film. But why it needed to be a feature length is beyond me. Analog horror, by being what it is, is expected to have wonky angles, black static, and some retro vibes. But we didn't need almost 2 hours of ceiling/wall shots, black static, and retro cartoons. I was hoping that being the first full-length analog horror film that the director would know better than to drag out the worst parts of that genre. But obviously, I'm here now. 30 mins in, and I was suspicious I was watching an art film project that was incredibly boring. 31 minutes to the hour or so point was fairly interesting with a few jump scares. (I'm not going to say the jump scares are good - they just break up the monotony.) After that, I had the feeling of sitting in a work meeting that should've been an email and somehow got extended into an hour long meeting. Several times I thought they'd roll credits, and each time, we cut back to blackness and old cartoons and such. I wanted to cry. I did want to mention that of course I know what the whole thing is a representation of. I get the divorice motifs. I get the artistic mother abuse nonsense that we're supposed to see in it. Yes yes yes, of course. But an unexplained artistic interpretation of divorice and abuse a good movie does not make. I'm sorry that this is analog horror's film debut. It truly deserved better. If you're looking for analog horror to watch, I enjoyed the the mandela catalogue on YouTube.