The production of a 1970s style short is flawless. The characters- their acting. Pretty soon you hear the voice narrating the scene, and the film being rewound a little- and realise you are watching a film, which is being watched by it's creator. Everything becomes clear in the final scene. Which was not only unexpected-but really disturbing. I though only Papa Lazaroux could leave me this unsettled. A fantastic bit of work.
Review of The Devil of Christmas
