By Terry Sherwood
To start with I have lived Strange Creatures to the point of being driven at night by friends in silence to a supposed destination. A woman Nell (Quinn Jackson) travels to the site of her brother’s death.
That site is a night campground with a single building with an outside phone box.
The taste of fear permeates each form as the sounds of the night and the sense of control are slowly lost. Quinn Jackson is brilliant as Nell even in the silence and spare dialogue.
Woodsy colours, and the almost chiaroscuro approach reel you in hinting at a presence. This director fills the silent moments without consciously loading the gore gun.
The ghosts of the past can haunt the phone as Nell is barraged by her brother’s voice.
The qualify of fear climaxes when the hint becomes real and erupts. Worth a look, worth seeing and listening.
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