There are movies that make good use of sound (The Conversation, Berberian Sound Studio, A Quiet Place...) but this uneven Australian horror makes no use at all of the fact its main character is a sound engineer in a forest where he stumbles upon something nasty: every time he dons his headphones and points his dead cat, we hear nothing at all and it is not until he takes his headphones off that what he hears with his ears, finally, is rendered moot by what he sees (the light of a torch or the light of a helicopter, for example), and at other times, when our terrified-before-anything-actually-happens hero trips, cries, chases a helicopter screaming, rolls down a hill, kills a dog, and generally stomps around with gay abandon, noone in the pine forest seems to hear anything, not even the hillbilly standing just over there who seems to forget in a scene a moment later that someone is trampling around his caravan of horror.
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