The Oregonian

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.

Young Lindsay Pulsipher on her farm in rural Oregon is hearing and seeing many strange things so she leaves the place, rifle in hand and face bloodied to see what's going on. On the way she encounters a lot of weird people and the question is whether this is real or hallucination.

I think the person who wrote and created this film must have been on something, possibly coming down from a bad acid trip. I saw, no point, no plot, no reason for this film's existence. I carried on to the end to write this review and hope it got better.

I was disappointed. Pulsipher is a beautiful woman, the next role should accent that beauty.

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.

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.