Despite ‘60’s supernatural soap 'Dark Shadows' making an appearance or two, and a villain that looks like 'Texas Chainsaw Massacre: The Next Generation’s Leatherface, this is a very talky, turgid affair.
The film goes through all the beats of being fascinating – vaguely arthouse direction, intense performances, much grandstanding – but really, it isn’t. There’s nothing for the viewer to latch on to and becomes frequently incomprehensible. As a result, it seems to go on for far longer than its 102 minutes.
A couple of creepy moments exist in a vacuum but aren’t enough to generate much interest. When it ends, you’ll wonder why you stuck it out for so long. My score is 4 out of 10.
Intriguing American indie about the rare cultural phenomenon of the broadcast disturbance. A video archivist gets obsessed with finding out the origins of a series of broadcasts breakins that took place in the late 80s and mid 90s. Some brilliant twists along the way, and an air of creepiness. There's something not quite right about the actors though, I couldn't get immersed. And the score was OTT. Interesting but not a groundbreaker.