Playhouse: Castillo Maldito

With meter thick stonewalls, crypts and spiraling steep staircases, with corridors ending in a wall of newlaid stones, that hides the secrets of a grueling past, its almost like shakespeares epic story about a danish king at a stormy pit in the catholic scotland....anyway its not mine but the landscape is in fact just like where i live, with blistering wind over the foaming waves by the shoals near the end of the world, where the director has mended an impressing product of light and dark, love and hate and heaven and hell. the use of different camera angles makes you feel like a fly on the wall, the fast shifting settings makes you feel insecure, and the scares...well that depends on how drunk or shroomed you are.

but its a slowburning quasihorror flick, that may have a fuse thats to long for the adrenaline seekers among us. though there arent any significant flaws in the production nor in the cast, it will be put in the neverending story bin, a bin that 50% of decently made horror flicks will lay and decay.

but by all means its hi above the new normal of british filmproductions these days, so its a small recommend from the grumppy old man