BEYOND THE DRUMLINS

A beautifully shot descent into madness. The landscapes feel alive, the sound is from another world. I just sat in silence after the credits.

There’s not much blood, but every violent scene hits hard. Especially that knife moment, it feels cut straight from a nightmare.

This isn’t horror for the sake of fear. It’s about guilt, obsession, and the line between research and madness. Very intellectual horror.

I kept feeling like I was there, among the trees. That dead silence, the hum, the whispers… It doesn’t let you go.

It looks like a film about archaeology, but it’s really about death, its curiosity and pull. The ending completely threw me off.

I loved that the characters don’t scream or run, they just slowly lose their minds. That’s way scarier than any jump scare.

The whole movie feels like walking the line between dream and nightmare. Everything’s so quiet and natural that when horror hits, it’s almost physical.

It’s rare to see a horror where fear comes not from a monster, but from not knowing what’s real. You just lose your grip on reality. Brilliant cinematography.

At first it seemed like a simple story about students and a professor on a dig. But then everything got so dense and unsettling, like the forest itself started breathing. Still gives me chills.