The scariest dysfunctional family ever to hit the screens. A relationship between a mother and son ( brilliantly portrayed by Rosalind Stockwell and James Bryhan) to rival that of Norman Bates and "mother"
I thought this was going to be another in the woods horror and so didn't have much expectation, but as I watched the entwining levels of emotions , both human and beyond, the story became less black and white and more shades of grey. David Lamont was full on twisted and sickening. Something all horror bad guys should be. Evil and funny , almost a Freddy Krueger minus the claws , but seeing what he does to one of the characters, he doesn't need claws. Bryhan's performance was fantastic. The range of human emotions from the underlying subtle nuances when with his Mother shows a history of some sort of abuse with the little lost boy to the full out rage and frustration only matched by Stockwells magnificence. I only wish these two had more screen time together.