Skinamarink

Extremely slow burn that I would liken to the story telling of Hidetaka Miyazaki. These little nods to things that Kyle Edward Ball makes sure to show you then hides them away with gut wrenching pareidolia and a preverbal auditory feast and pieces of the puzzle you put together yourself make it a true movie of the mind. I promise you won’t hear quiet footsteps on the carpet the same again. Every shot and hallway looks like it may hold a threat and leaves you asking yourself if you really saw what you think you did. By the time the final shot rolls you’ll be so frozen in fear you can’t look away and you’ll fall into the inky darkness of its grip. It’ll be okay. Just “Go to sleep”…

I was terrorized through the entire runtime!

It’s the kind of movie destined to baffle and irritate as many people as it beguiles.

Noel Murray

Los Angeles Times

Whatever you take away from it, the uniting fear Skinamarink creates ensures it will be remembered as an unparalleled achievement in horror cinema in how it paints a portrait of oblivion that beckons us into dark recesses from which there is no escape.

It’s a low-fi rumination on inexplicable and gradually more threatening loneliness — the sort of childhood trauma typically explained to death by horror movies less interesting than this one.

Michael Phillips

Chicago Tribune