“Mother of Flies”
This is pure cinema, unpretentious, rough-hewn, mystical, conjured from the earth, offered up at the forest altar of whatever flesh-and-blood gods are still listening.
BOSTON'S PREMIER ONLINE ARTS MAGAZINE
BOSTON'S PREMIER ONLINE ARTS MAGAZINE
This is pure cinema, unpretentious, rough-hewn, mystical, conjured from the earth, offered up at the forest altar of whatever flesh-and-blood gods are still listening.
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