The Oregonian

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.

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 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.

If you like story, logic, and acting in your films this is not for you. Containing a slew of undeveloped, characters who add nothing to the film who drink gas, and yell not at anything just yell Cinematography that causes motion sickness. and that's it no plot. This has a feel of a film done by a 19 year old film student who wants to share his vision with the world who finds out once his acid trip ends that vision doesn't make much sense

WARNING if you get stuck watching this you may feel the need to finish it, thinking it has to come together at some point DON'T it never does and the attempt to make it do so only makes annoyance at an otherwise horrible film transcend into a feeling of rage at the time lost

The last spoken line is "you shouldn't have come here" I agree

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.