Sacrilege

The only sacrilege committed here is on the bank account of whoever funded this.

I might forgive the writing or the tone if the film featured any actual sacrilege.

If the film stopped five minutes in, it would make a much better impression.

The search for the ever-elusive why may blind audience members to what Creed is interested in exploring with his film: one woman's journey to overcome past trauma and finally have the strength to stand up for herself.

Solid imagery in the opening scene makes promises that the rest of Sacrilege cannot deliver on. A muddled and slightly dull affair with a strong vibe of soap opera.

Uninspired in terms of narrative ingenuity, Sacrilege mimics cult horror tropes with detached superficiality, failing to either scare or compel.

Writer/director Creed's horror crucially (and perilously) lacks suspense, sucking the gravitas out of the film's climax.

The title does it justice, really. Sacrilege will most likely be viewed as such by horror film aficionados.

"Sacrilege" doesn't defile a horror formula. It just shows us how following the recipe to the letter doesn't always work.

The camera angles, lighting, sound and editing are generally solid enough, and the score by Colin McGinness works tremendously well in places, but the script, plot, performances and overall attention to detail leave a lot to be desired.