Willow Cabin Reviews – Secrets Blowing Under No-Budget Horror | Video

TExtreme horror creates a senseless spectacle, but writer-director Joe Fria sadly can’t jump into a cheap show that no doubt has issues on its mind: homosexual oppression, coercion and trauma. Most of the time in the movie, the scary stuff happens out of nowhere, which is a sleight of hand for gay people.

After meeting on the programs, middle-aged English teacher Albert (Bryan Bellomo) and medical doctor Devon (John Brodsky) begin to feel comfortable at Willow Cabin – a childhood summer getaway, named after the T2th Night line. But secrets grow beneath the seemingly rosy alliance. In Albert’s case, he has a wife and a son – and this place, which once belonged to his uncle, is where he began to explore another side of his sexuality, with his cousin. As for Devon, Albert is the latest in a long line of unfulfilled married men, due to the trauma caused by his abusive father. While all of this is true, the slow explosion inside the cabin shows that they don’t have anything out of their system.

Stretching out at 114 minutes filled with roundabout dialogue and the occasional laugh, Shadows of Willow Cabin like nothing else feels human. But Fria takes a long time to move beyond the gothic pantomime and find the deeper roots of what is to come in a compelling ritual of shame and family breakdown. And the claustrophobic confines undoubtedly distort the visual art from Fria: she lights the interiors to suit her mood, giving them a smooth wash as the atmosphere swells. And on several occasions, he shoots the shots that Alfonso Cuarón used in Rome and let the noise outside the slum do its job.

Although Brodsky’s outbursts are related to the film’s nocturnal events, beyond the developed Bellomo has his own jaws that help him survive the past. It’s a shame Fria couldn’t show her heads proudly – even if the inner beast would have been kicking ass.