The Oregonian

Just finished seeing the last showing here at Sundance, over a quarter of the audience walked out. Audio blares through the whole film in a way that leaves even the most patient film goer in pain. The film itself lacks much of a story. I have seen some disturbing and painful horror, but this is just plain ridiculous. It tries for the lost in woods feel of Blair Witch, but substitutes screams and flashed images for genuine scares.

Story wise, it seems like they were trying to do an Alice In Wonderland finds herself in hell. The lead role does an admirable job acting, but the juxtaposed story never really takes you anywhere. You will scratch your head after seeing this one, wondering what was the point? If the filmmakers were trying to troll sundance, I would say they succeeded.

reeder's film is dreadful. it tries too hard to be creepy and what's funny about comes off as camp. the lynchian humour comes off as obvious. what i may have liked about it seemed to be reeder's attempt to depart from lynch and leave his own mark, to be imaginative and elliptical, departing f which is sadly only ten percent of the film. the film is so hollow it feels silly. it just goes to show you that no one can do what David lynch does, lacking emotional intensity, the fails to be subversive. what is supposed to be disturbing comes off as contrived. you think you're getting something different when he's playing a hipster making fun of hipsters, but reveals himself as a wannabe director making a b-movie that somehow got way too much attention because everyone leaves it to lynch. what tries to be funny feels more like a gimmick. "oh we're all so much smarter-isn't this cool?" no, it's not. it's annoying. it's not an art film. it's too graphic and dull to be lynch. it's too stupid to be a psychological suspense.

The Oregonian is an 81 minute long exercise in trying to find meaning in genuine nothingness. You could compare this film to watching paint dry, but at least watching paint dry has a conclusion, it dries.

You really have to wonder about the type of sadist that rushes to IMDb to write a bad review for a film like Oregonian. Eh, some peoples kids.

If your film get's compared to another film that some say was ghost directed by David Lynch ( 1994's Nadja), then you've probably done your job as a filmmaker and storyteller. I like it when films have an element that is left open to audiences interpretation. Some fun concepts are used in the direction, lighting and editing, and I have no complaints about the acting.

This is a midnight movie if ever there was one. You'll laugh, you'll cringe, you'll laugh watching others in the theater cringe. The Oregonian would like to do things to you and with you. I say you let it.

This film really wants to be a cult-classic midnight movie kind of deal - the sort of idiosyncratic horror film that could be screened alongside D. Lynch, A. Jodorowsky or K. Anger - but it has nowhere near the intelligence, inspiration or panache to pull that sort of thing off. Whereas the best midnight movies seem to spring from uniquely personal visions, this one feels like some people spent a weekend throwing around half-baked ideas, hoping that something would stick. And, while the best cult films feel original and strange, this film feels more-or-less like a generic bit of horror, just without a discernible script. Not worth it.