Finished watching Intruders, a DVD my sister Sylvia sent me from Sydney some time ago. It's about two, parallel, psychological stories: a boy in Spain and a girl in the U.K. have night terrors, both about a man in a hooded coat who has an apparently hollow face. In Spain, priests are consulted to assist the boy; in the U.K., psychotherapists are called in. After much brouhaha we are finally shown that the two stories are intertwined.

It was difficult for me to fully appreciate this movie. The pacing is slow and scenes are hushed on one hand and full of yelling and screaming on the other, so that I had to keep adjusting the volume. The sequences are disjointed because initially we are made to believe that the two stories are unrelated. The events are not on the same time span, which tends to be confusing. More than halfway through the movie I still do not know what is going on, and it doesn't help that the victims are unable to articulate exactly what they are afraid of. Some time before the end I just couldn't care less about the boy and the girl. Despite the two stories there really wasn't enough substantial material for a full length, two-hour movie.

I sat through it while the rest of the world passed me by.