After her boyfriend’s death in a mysterious fall from a cabin high in the woods, Ale returns a year later convinced it wasn’t an accident. Something lives in the forest, and this time, she’s come prepared to hunt it.
GRIMMFEST SAYS: Truth, as Oscar Wilde observed is rarely pure and never simple. It’s personal and it’s subjective, and it’s very slippery; distorted by time, by memory, by perspective, sometimes consciously and for self-serving purposes, sometimes entirely unconsciously, without realising it. This notion is at the very core of Luis Calderón’s provocative and boundary pushing psychological thriller, in which a search for the truth about an event becomes an exploration of the truth about those it happened to. It’s a film of deliberate confusions and convolutions, constantly in danger of collapsing under its own internal contradictions and elisions, as the protagonist simultaneously interrogates and prevaricates, investigates and evades, moving inexorably towards a final startling reveal, which resurrects and repurposes a controversial genre trope in compassionate and challenging fashion. Beautifully made, and elegantly played, it’s a film that pulls no punches and is guaranteed to prove a controversial talking point.