A horror film about art created by experiencing torture has high ambition. Unfortunately, the end result falls far short. This film cries out to be extreme horror, but instead, the camera constantly shies away from showing anything too terrible. It's by far not the worst movie I've seen, but it begs for the kind of treatment you see in, say, Baskin, or French extreme cinema like Martyrs. Instead, the camera constantly looks away, as if unwilling to engage with the core concept long enough to let the viewer make up their mind. I'd like to see what someone like Clive Barker could have done with the concept; there's a gem of an interesting idea here, but the execution just isn't good enough.
Review of End of Term
