A voice is tapping at my cabin door. Carnivorously unexplained and unnamed, yet still carrying the ethos of the wendigo as an indigenous omen and a source of unreckonable danger, not expanding across countries but also across states of living, spanning galactic bodies and cultures (un)known. Somehow further ~and~ closer than many other movies are to the mythos of it all, wearing the visage of what we foolishly think is the natural world. It feels as dark as it looks.
P.S. the Not Deer is my husband, leave him alone.