Cold Blows the Wind

This film offers an engaging genre experience with an intriguing setup. It begins with a couple dealing with the aftermath of an off-screen accident, deciding to kill and bury the body in their backyard to cover it up. The tension rises as their relationship is tested, especially with the arrival of a strange woman who manipulates the wife through psychological tactics and threats.

This initial buildup introduces an engaging mystery and sets the stage for the unfolding drama. The second half capitalizes on this setup, featuring incidents with the strange woman and a secondary stranger who warns the couple about the dead buried in their backyard. The escalating tension, desperate actions, and the reassembled figure transferring a demonic entity all contribute to the chaos. The portrayal of demonic possession and the resulting madness bring solid action and impressive gore, making the film engaging overall. Despite a few minor flaws, such as a somewhat rushed setup and unclear backstories, the film offers plenty to enjoy for fans of the genre.

That is the budget of this movie, and I think it went to a bottle of Taaka. I've seen elementary school productions that are better than this. Kudos for the attempt but also not everything you think of should be let out into the world. I'd like my money back. The time...will never be regained. But I guess that's life: The only things you can actually get back are money and STDs. But only one of those has a lasting effect. Anyway, or enjoyed exactly zero things about this movie. I watched it alone and still felt embarrassed by what the people around me were thinking. Videos of my colonoscopies are more entertaining.

This film does start of strong with a compelling thriller premise: a married couple hits a jogger while driving drunk and decides to bury the body in a remote location. The suspense quickly builds as their seemingly straightforward cover-up spirals into a nightmare. The isolated setting and eerie cinematography effectively create a sense of dread, keeping you on edge.

However, the film falters in its pacing and character development. While the lead actors deliver solid performances, some of the supporting characters feel underdeveloped and one-dimensional. Additionally, the script occasionally leans too heavily on clichés, making certain plot twists predictable. Despite these flaws, the movie's gripping tension and atmospheric visuals make it a worthwhile watch for thriller enthusiasts, offering moments of genuine suspense and psychological intrigue.

The acting is terrible. The script is beyond mediocre. The two main characters who are married, are far from convincing, and have zero chemistry. The one liner attempts at humor don't work. The lead female character makes a sandwich of lettuce and one slice of cheese, and does not put anything else on it. No mayo, mustard, nothing. No wonder she says "I am hungry" to her husband at the 55:11 minute mark. Sorry, that's a spoiler I suppose. Oh, and the husband uses a shovel on their victim, yet no Blood on said shovel when he is finished?

There is a scene where the husband cooks a frozen pizza in about 4.2 seconds. And the oven had not even been preheated. Impressive.

The pace of this movie is draining, cheesy fight scenes, and the ending was just a solid excuse for you to cheer, for this 90 minute misfire of a film was over.

At the end of the day, I cannot in good faith recommend this film. I would rather watch a documentary on staplers.

I recently watched what was supposed to be a suspenseful horror film, but it turned out to be a colossal disappointment. Acting is poor, the plot was predictable, the characters flat, and the scares fell completely flat. It's hard to believe that the glowing reviews are genuine; they feel more like a publicity stunt than honest feedback. It seems likely that most of the positive comments come from the friends of the producers, eager to support a project that frankly deserves none of the praise. The film failed to deliver on any level, leaving me frustrated rather than scared. Save your time and skip this one; it's a prime example of style over substance.