Wounds, a psychological horror film on Netflix, shows promise: it shows competent direction, it shows an interesting character journey, it shows some great moments of weird horror. The actors give solid performances and its cinematography is decent. Where it falls flat is the glue that should hold it all together, the occult backdrop. These supernatural moments and scares seep through incompetently, disjointedly, meaninglessly within the world of the story. They hold your interest but nothing really connects and ultimately fails to land that one-two punch you want with this type of story. The film’s writer or director held too much of the initial story back and I believe anyone wanting more would have to go to the source material, a novella, to find it. That said, while we’re all locked down indoors, self-isolating, it’s worth the stream. 3.5/5 tulpas.
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