Mihai

movies start making more sense as you rewatch them, as you grow up and as you relate to them

the acting was genuinely unbelievably good. honestly, for a horror movie, and especially for found footage, it might be one of the most convincing performances i’ve seen. found footage is a difficult genre because everything has to feel natural, and if even one person feels like they’re acting, the whole illusion falls apart. that never happened here. it felt real from beginning to end. my problem is that for all the tension and buildup, where was the horror? it felt like the movie was constantly building towards something, and i was completely on board with it, but it never really delivered. it was thrilling, unsettling, and at times genuinely stressful, but not particularly scary. the ending is probably the biggest example of that. it’s obviously meant to be open-ended, and it’s pretty clear something terrible happened to them, most likely that they were murdered, but i found that a bit boring compared to what the movie seemed to be promising. after all that buildup, i wanted something that hit harder the strange thing is that almost everything else worked. the atmosphere was great, the performances were excellent, and the realism was probably as good as found footage gets. it just feels like the one thing the movie absolutely needed to nail was the thing it missed. the journey was excellent, but the destination wasnt.

what fascinated me most wasnt the body horror, as incredible as it was, but the strange morality of the relationships at the centre of it. it would have been very easy for the film to turn one man into the obvious villain and the other into the obvious hero, yet it refuses to do that. love shifts, loyalties shift, circumstances change, and the characters respond in ways that feel painfully human rather than dramatically convenient. she is drawn away by excitement and passion, then pulled back by fear and tragedy, while the man she leaves behind ultimately proves capable of a compassion that neither jealousy nor resentment can overcome. what makes it even more tragic is that the transformation is not only physical but moral; as one man slowly loses his humanity, another quietly regains his. by the end, the monster is terrifying not because of what it has become, but because we remember so clearly who it used to be. for a film often remembered for its grotesque imagery, its most disturbing idea might actually be how fragile love, identity, and even basic decency can be when they are tested by suffering.

god i love love. and this guy just keeps ruining it for himself. i swear some people spend their whole lives searching for something beautiful only to run away the second they find it every love story in this was interesting, and i honestly cant remember the last time i saw a movie change direction so naturally. the acting was good, the story was beautiful, and even though not much actually happens, what does happen feels meaningful. sometimes that’s enough