The problem is that writer-director Adrián García Bogliano can't decide what kind of horror movie he wants it to be.
What are people saying?
What are critics saying?
Promises much in an ominously atmospheric package that nods to 1970s genre stylings. But the payoff is on the meh side.
The New York Times by Jeannette Catsoulis
A muddled supernatural thriller that fails to capitalize on either its horrific prologue or eerie location.
Slant Magazine by Jesse Cataldo
The film is eventually revealed as less interested in subverting or playing off its influences than rigorously retracing them.
Bogliano provides a steady series of jolts, all the way to an ending that’s twisty but ultimately unsatisfying.
Bogliano is not a subtle director — check his sudden zooms on items of portent — but he painstakingly shows us Caro opening her mind to the possibility of supernatural evil, and he's careful not to tip his hand too soon as to whether it's real or imagined.
Los Angeles Times by Robert Abele
Bogliano — who hit it big in indie horror with "Penumbra" and "Room for Tourists" — is a mood man, adept at unease and admirably judicious about shock moments, if not exactly skilled with storytelling or pacing.
McClatchy-Tribune News Service by Roger Moore
It barely has a fright in it on its own, this bloody, Mexican-made supernatural thriller set in the hill country near Tijuana. But open it with a hot “Blue is the Warmest Color” sex scene, toss in a few other hot and heavy moments and a generous helping of nudity and you can be sure, at least, of getting a Hollywood studio’s attention.