The twisted product of a diseased mind

Rating: 2/10 (23 January 2014)

I feel this film really genuinely wanted to be a cute, funny, candid film, and it might have been were it not for the fact that it were deeply deeply disturbing. Not like H.R. Giger disturbing or H.P. Lovecraft disturbing. Giger and Lovecraft were sane, rational individuals who sat down with the intention of deliberately creating something deeply disturbing. No, this film was that subtle, slowly building, deeply unsettling sort of disturbing that can only come about when a madman sits down with the intention of creating something charming, innocent and witty, while completely oblivious to how deeply unsettling the product really is. The sort of disturbing that starts out seeming as if its just kinda quirky, but slowly builds from there. "Oh, this is a bit uncomfortable." "Wait... what?" "Okay... I'm starting to get a bit worried here, movie," until it suddenly dawns on you that what you're watching has been deeply disturbing for at very least the past half an hour and you just want to go home and take a shower, and possibly consider converting to Luddism.
I've been throwing around the word "disturbing" a lot lately, and I now regret that, as it diminishes the effect the word has, and there's really no other word that can effectively convey how deeply, genuinely disturbing this movie was. Seriously, what is even the ever-loving f██k?
I'm actually a bit disgusted with myself for being talked into seeing this, even though there's really no way I possibly could have known what would await me.
I really wish I was being hyperbolic. I really, really do.