I'm going to have to ask myself the question soon. Have I just gone off indie horror completely? I really hope not, because I used to love it, but I feel like I have been on a hell of a long streak of indie horrors which I just haven't got along with at all. And this feels worse because it seems to be generally appreciated by most people I follow who are into the genre.

I don't get the appeal, I really don't. The cursed film thing is hardly novel. And what gets up my nose a bit with this conceit is it seems to be an excuse to throw together a very sloppy bit of film-making, under the assumption that we can all put its shoddiness down to the fact that it's supposed to look that way.

I think the obvious artifice and the weirdness of having people wander around a forest while suggesting they've actually been transported into hell, even though it doesn't look like it, is supposed to make it feel somehow more dangerous and more frightening. Nope, more frightening would be if they were actually somewhere that bore at least some of the hallmarks of hell. I mean, the "demons" are just scraggy looking guys speaking in an Eastern European language (btw, at what point did random Eastern European-ness equate to a general sense of danger in American movies? I'm not sure, but I suspect Eli Roth is to blame).

There is no narrative apart from a ham-fisted attempt at a mockumentary. There seems to be a reliance on us all being frightened by the prospect of this being a cursed film. Guys - you're about 20 years too late for this to work, we've all seen The Blair Witch Project about five times on TV. Honestly, in the absolute certainty that these film-makers must have had that everyone in the target audience for this movie would know it's all fictional, I don't understand how this was supposed to evoke any sort of horror in us at all.

In the final analysis, Antrum is basically just a boring, plot-less, shoddy looking mess.