While the scary parts were actually very scary, it is quite unfortunate that the director/scriptwriter had to infuse his own flavor of political Islam into the batter, leaving the final product to be a tad too unpalatable for its market audience from more diverse backgrounds.
This film is the pinnacle of sanctimony and racial chauvinism; comes even with a supernatural force that claims to profess the Jewish religion and culture. That was exactly the point when I began to disassociate from the film's cluttered ethos, and henceforth only focused on the horror aspects.
Dear Syamsul Yusof, nobody comes to see a horror movie only to listen to a religious sermon. There's nothing wrong with some Islamic education in a movie but this one was just a bit too in-your-face, and Islam did not win new followers because this film alienated this segment of the audience away from it.
Plot wise, it was ridiculous that a cult leader of deviant islamic teaching could rise to such great height with nary a pushback from neighboring villages from the get go. That a woman so lusted after by the villain could keep her distance at such length for that long. That the personal space kept by the entranced chanters could be so mathematical. This storyline just beggars belief from multiple angles.
Oh well, still enjoyable though, if you could suspend your disbelief to a fatter ranger.
