My newborn baby won't have milk - she prefers blood I really liked the movie, about the first half. It is well mounted from beginning to end, camera and sound work create the right atmosphere, some scenes are quite clinging to the living, and actresses honestly play their roles. Yes, and the plot is suitable for high-quality horror, even despite the fact that the theme of “monster babies” in the movie was played more than once.
Everything would be fine, but at some point the enthusiasm of the novice director drops, and the script becomes questionable. The course of the session slows down, slows down, and the viewer has a feeling that Paul Solet simply does not understand where to go next, and squeezes the last juices from the suspense, which is so beautiful, cunning, like a wet towel, covers up the suddenly arising boredom.
When the final comes, the viewer has no choice but to occasionally raise eyebrows under unbold yawns, amazed by the sudden twists of the plot, “sucked out of the finger”, because it is necessary to somehow end the story on an exhilarating note. And already at the very last point of the narrative, something so obvious is waiting for us that even an involuntary laugh makes its way.
Looking at the picture as a whole, you identify it not as a horror, not as a drama - but for horror it lacks a better development of events, and for drama it would be possible to reduce the bloody details deliberately classified as horror. It turns out neither a horse nor a horse, rather a drunken foal with not fully realized potential. But how good will it be to fall asleep under such a film, enjoying its beginning and even a little middle, and then falling into the saving embrace of Morpheus with the idea that the horror film is not as bad as it is criticized.
4 out of 10