The Oregonian

Complete garbage. Zero redeeming value. We following a clueless automobile accident victim through a series odd little events as she makes an effort to understand what has happened to her. The viewer has no interest in anyone or anything that takes place in this story. Is she dead? Is she alive? Is it a dream? We don't care.

How movies like this reach the public is the real mystery here. Terrible writing and storyline. The acting is stiff and forced Looks like it was shot with an iPhone and the soundtrack was recorded on a 1970 Tascam porta studio

I love the "Winner of the .... award" in the description on the Kanopy Site. Maybe winner of the Charmin Award.

I watched it with my wife and she gave me that "you made me sit through another POS movie". On a more positive note, it was a free movie.

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.

The Oregonian is a vastly under-appreciated bit of Indie mastery. This terrifying, relentless Lynchian journey into Hell never lets up.

The imagery is stark, shocking, strange and compelling, and the acting is spot on.

Reeder is obviously creating something of an homage to David Lynch, using some of his scariest techniques in a frantic death-ride to oblivion.

It's bleak, horrific and brilliant.

Lindsay Pulsipher in particular is spot-on, and completely believable, as are the cast of mad characters capering in and out of her reality.

Destined to be a cult classic, and deservedly so.

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.

And you'll want that 80 minutes back, if you waste them on this movie. You're better off making out with a cheese grater if you want cheap, bloody thrills. Which this film has none....give the audience some credit. Yes, we've seen Eraserhead, and this is no Erasehead. Absolutely no pay off, just shaky camera work, no dialogue, not nearly enough gore for horror fans, just lots of close ups of very ugly faces. I get it, you like David Lynch. But not that much because this was a terrible effort. Ed Wood looks like Eastwood compared to this tripe. But there are people out there that will argue the merits of tripe, saying that it is good, the way my grandmother prepares it. But it's not, it's the lining of a cows stomach.........