While watching this Icelandic film, I remembered what happened to a similar movie, «I Am the Beautiful Thing That Lives in the House", a Canadian production that was misunderstood, maligned and unjustly underrated. Both works address a favorite conflict in horror motion pictures, stories and myths: that of the spirits that seek peace, after violent deaths or when their bodies have not been found.
There aren't specific reasons i hated this movie. there wasn't a bunch of dumb stuff i could make fun of.
