Always a good sign when you go into the cinema, and the only
other people in attendance are cast members for the movie and even they’re surprised that anyone else
bothered to show up. Yep, we’re in true-blue local Aussie film territory with
this one, meaning that a large amount of those reading either won’t be able to
see it or just plain won’t see the fascination in productions like this outside
of some possible local colour. Which is really a shame because this is a film
that definitely deserves some recognition.
It even has its own cavalcade of creatures, from the Hungrys
that stalk the halls for prey to the mystery spirit walking between the walls,
leaving ripples in its wake. This is what low-budget cinema should look like: Putting every scrap of
capital into visuals that work regardless of polish.
To do one better, it’s a visual style that serves
terrifically to the film’s narrative goals, depicting doctor Amy suddenly
ending up in this place and trying to figure out why she’s there and what is
keeping her there. She serves as a decent twist on the usual brand of medical
professional that media makes a habit of showing, so invested in the life of
her patient that the typical emotional distance is nowhere to be seen. Then
again, when said patient is her son, that distance is also quite impossible.
From that launching point, the film’s visuals and writing
wind and twist around each other to spin a particularly grungy yarn about grief
and how the inability to accept death affects the human heart. With how it
drops the audience into the thick of it with Amy entering the School right at
the start, this film has no time to waste and it certainly makes the most of
what it’s got in all respects.
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