Starve Acre

I appreciate Folk Horror. I would have preferred a little more dialogue.

A slow burn, folk horror that feels like a blurry dream that I can remember as soon as I wake up, I can remember everything I did, everything that happened, everyone that was there, I remember the entirety of my dream, but I still feel like I’m not remembering it all, I feel like there’s vital bits and pieces of my dream that I have absolutely no recollection of, even though I can clearly picture it playing out, can follow the entire “story” that unfolded through out that dream, I can’t help but feel like there’s so much that is missing, that it’s incomplete, that it’s a pointless dream to remember, because without those missing moments, it’s something else, it’s empty. I’m sure I sound crazed. I never know, when it comes to dreams, how much we have in common with each other, if anyone else’s goes through the emotions and the strangeness I do, etc. But the entire time I watched this movie, that was all I could think. This is one of those failed dreams of mine. A blurry, hazy memory that pretends that it’s complete and perfectly in tact, but in truth, is missing its most vital and meaningful points and moments. I wish I was one of those people who could enjoy the atmosphere and tone of a film, even when it fails us in depth and purpose, in intrigue and excitement, but I’m not. I don’t know how people are able to feel good after being left with just atmosphere, just enjoyable shots and invoking scenery. I find it irritating. I dislike being invoked by anyone or anything, if there’s no purpose behind it, if all I’ve been lured away to do is bask in the highlights of failure. No thank you. Sorry if I sound obnoxious. I don’t mean to. I just fear that this style of storytelling, the horror world especially, has been becoming more and more plentiful, and it makes me weary and nervous, because if there is one thing I’ve learned about people, it’s that they instinctively, and possibly unknowingly, follow whatever grows the fastest, the biggest, and most importantly, the easiest. It never fails. And horror has always been the only genre in film and television, that I’ve ever bothered with. I don’t particularly enjoy watching tv, watching movies, it makes me feel like I’ve lost time I can’t get back, like I’ve wasted pieces of my day, my night, on nothing but feigned emotions mimicking the waves and the tides of society. But with horror it is different. With horror, I feel like I’m embarking on an adventure. Like I’m waiting in line at an amusement park, to finally climb into the terrifying, beautifully twisted and heart pumping coaster that climbs higher than anything else within miles and miles, that drops and turns at speeds that take your breath away. We love this so much for a reason. The adrenaline, the fear, the anxiety, the excitement. It’s addictive. I love it so much and I always have. And it is what has always drawn me to horror. I feel that same excitement, albeit, less intense over the years, even with the most outstanding of horror pieces, but that’s only because of the inevitable desensitization that curses us all, it’s not because of horror. I still feel so much, though. And I truly love it. Which is why this film, as so many these last few years, leaves me feeling like I’ve lost something. I don’t expect everything to be exceptional. But I am growing weary of this trend. There’s a failed courtesy to the audience in films like this. They had the muse. They had the idea. The spark. They chose to try to be something more, something that they perceived as more. And by doing that, they created a film most of us will forget, and that no one will ever talk about and pass on to another. Had they instead chosen to let their spark actually light something, had they let it be what it could have been, had they let themselves write and not think, just write and write, and not think, not force, not shape, not try to imitate and repeat the patterns and trends of this painfully dull new fad of slow and forcefully deep horror, they might have made something actually brilliant. And if not brilliant, something good. Something very good. And the good ones, the very good ones, and especially the brilliant ones, they all get remembered, they get remembered, they get talked about, they even get referrals. But these, these cookie cutter stretches of sound and color and fleeting thoughts, these never live beyond their initial moments.

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different…. but good. great acting.

Loved it!!!