The story begins with an ancient belief that on a mountain near the village lives a demon in the body of a tiger, able to imitate human voices and lure curious people to his lunch. A typical family of mom, dad and daughters moves into an old mother’s house, located next to a cursed mountain. The family lost their son three years ago and they still hope to find him. One day, on the doorstep of their house, a little plague snot appears, speaking in the voice of their late daughter. . .
The film is based on a real urban legend, but has largely changed in the direction of mysticism, ghosts and personal tragedies imbued with drama. What could be worse than a missing child: torment for parents, monotonously devastating from year to year.
By itself, the tape makes a bias into mysticism, and of the horrors offers a couple of uncomplicated screamers and a gray hopeless atmosphere. The director skillfully manages to recreate an excruciating drama that loads the viewer with a serious emotional charge. The picture works perfectly from the point of view of the thoughtfulness of the main theme, where metaphors are used to talk about compassion, forgiveness and overcoming a tragic loss.
What the movie can be blamed for is the clichéd set of screeners and the vague mythology of the demon himself.
Moral: If there is a child on the doorstep of your home broadcasting the voice of your child, there is a cloning factory somewhere nearby.
As a result, a mystical and psychological nightmare mixed with urban legend and the pain of losing a child.
7 out of 10