Load of rubbish!!

This is a small, humorous movie in some ways, but it has a huge heart. What a nice experience.

The acting in this movie is really good.

Like the great film, it's made with a great deal of visible affection both in front of and behind the camera.

It is honestly sad that there is an actual limit to ten stars for the greatest mystery and horror flick to have ever been created. The Oregonian stars a battered blonde in a hot mess, on the run from a troubled pass of getting put in her place. She is lost and travels through the woods in Oregon that is probably only five miles from a bar considering the number of car accidents caused from alcohol. Other than their message of do not drink and drive, it is also made clear to never leave the farm. The real lesson is that she should just stay in the kitchen.Maybe your husband has to discipline his wife a little bit, but it is way more dangerous to leave the farm. The film has a mysterious monster, and twist that will leave at the edge of your seat. Always remember to watch out for granny and never trust the green monster.

Great, intricate soundtrack, that is on equal footing with the hallucinatory imagery packed into this 80 minute little gem. Has an enigmatic quality that is missing from so many movies that come out now. Also has some great one-liners ("too much breakfast maybe") and imagery that will stick with you. So many reviews on here get hung up on the plot. Going into this movie looking for a plot is like waking up in the morning and looking for the plot to your life. There just isn't one. All you have is how you experience your world and interpret it subjectively. Why do people demand so much more from film than they do from real life? Do people wake up angry that their dreams don't make any sense, and if so what's that point in that? Glean what you can and go forth. Where is this 10 Commandments of what film should be that people seem to be referring to when they say what should or shouldn't go into a movie? There isn't one. There are only parameters by which most movies adhere to, so as to please the burping, farting masses in society. Then there films like the Oregonian that shun the template and carve their own footing in cinema. And cinema is all the richer for it. Cinema is an art form, if you can't appreciate certain forms of it that's on you as an individual. There are no right or wrong ways in film, only ways. Those telling people not to watch this, or any film, is a disservice to all art forms. It's also a very arrogant and selfish perspective on life: "Don't do/see this thing because I didn't like it". Well who the hell are you? And for those who say "there's 2 hours of my life I'll never have back", unless you were going to be finding the cure for cancer in that time, I'm sure everyone's okay with that. People complain about movies all being the same, but once one comes along that's different, it's pounced on by the same people for being too weird. If you want films to break free from the shackles of convention, you need to be okay with them playing out in unconventional ways.See this movie for yourself. Love it for yourself. Hate it for yourself. No need to appease the brats who can't stand the idea of someone enjoying something they can't get their brains around.

reeder's film is dreadful. it tries too hard to be creepy and what's funny about comes off as camp. the lynchian humour comes off as obvious. what i may have liked about it seemed to be reeder's attempt to depart from lynch and leave his own mark, to be imaginative and elliptical, departing f which is sadly only ten percent of the film. the film is so hollow it feels silly. it just goes to show you that no one can do what David lynch does, lacking emotional intensity, the fails to be subversive. what is supposed to be disturbing comes off as contrived. you think you're getting something different when he's playing a hipster making fun of hipsters, but reveals himself as a wannabe director making a b-movie that somehow got way too much attention because everyone leaves it to lynch. what tries to be funny feels more like a gimmick. "oh we're all so much smarter-isn't this cool?" no, it's not. it's annoying. it's not an art film. it's too graphic and dull to be lynch. it's too stupid to be a psychological suspense.

This film was a treat for me. Previous to watching I read all the interviews I could find with the director and from those I had built a sense of what to expect in terms of how he cared about this film. It is hard to classify it as a genre. I can give two comparisons to other film makers that really made me recall their taste constantly in this film. That would be early Lynch and early Cronenberg. I think that other creative people should adore this movie. The beauty is more in the feel and craftsmanship than the story. The story itself is more of a surreal journey. I look forward to seeing what Calvin Reeder creates for us in the future.