A Whisper Summoned My Name When Terror Smells Like Mold and a Recycled Script
85 minutes of Argentine Gothic atmosphere that promises more than it delivers. Bastian Noir dissects this horror ritual with a scalpel and sarcasm.
Claqueta Ácida acid rating
"Clara Kovacic lives in a state of cinematic Russian roulette. Capable of touching absolute magnetism with a 5.8, only to crash into 5.8 trainwrecks that leave us wondering if they read the script before cashing the check. Undeniable talent, questionable compass." — Claqueta Ácida Editorial Staff (Odín Lagbert)
«Kovacic logra transmitir el peso de un trauma que no es suyo con una mirada que parece llevar décadas pudriéndose. Lástima que el guion le dé más sombras que diálogos.»
85 minutes of Argentine Gothic atmosphere that promises more than it delivers. Bastian Noir dissects this horror ritual with a scalpel and sarcasm.
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