Reunion

Below average slow burn horror. Not terrible, just not good. The writer is clearly "in the know" so to speak. Watch out for hidden messages throughout the movie. I see you Jake Mahaffy.

The film has a little too much mind bend for me to stick closely to the plot. Then it was all a bit to murky plotting for me to watch it closely enough as I didn't care as everyone was miserable. Then the story unfolded more clearly, leaving me somehow more confused. So didn't care.

I've seen better bad family dramas masquerading as thrillers on Lifetime. Dysfunctional family, buried secret, obvious "twists"... nothing new to see here and nothing old done well.

I rated it 1 cause there is no zero. Like really where is the story? And why it was so slow like u feel bored so quickly And the two men did not do anything or add something.

A disjointed story, a mish-mash of 4 characters , 2 of whom are completely undevelopped (the father and the childhood friend). One of those inane movies that make you say WTF! At the end, as you resent the waste of time, and are immediately forgotten because there's nothing to them.

Clearly the goal here was to get someone to call it "arthouse" (a term I despise because it implies not all movies are art) and like so many before it, takes some ideas that sound fine on paper but collapses under the weight of its own ambition. Major Persona and Eraserhead vibes: the former in the way that the visualization was pretentiously permitted to eclipse the subject in a way that was comedic (the screen warps likes its a well used VHS). The latter in how the line between dreams and reality are (admittedly quite admirably) blurred along a theme of maternity. This theme is fact is really used to beat you over the head, I thought the intermittent slides and lectures ultimately added nothing and where just the writers' lazy way to try and push their own obsessions onto a story that really wasn't made to convey them. There is a smart story here somewhere. While the main focus is on a family visit that totally reminds us why we don't go home for Christmas anymore, flashbacks gradually piece together a much more intriguing story of sororal jealousy and parental manipulation. Often melodramatic and sometimes even soapy, I want to give credit to an audacious attempt to not just be another paint by number family drama or teen scream. It tries to sort of have elements of both but even the passion clearly put into this work was not enough. Fascinating in its own way just as much for what doesn't work for what does, I suspect if you saw it with someone you could talk about it for a while.