Review of Sacrilege

Treelove, druidism and british folklore of the past, not stonehengian past but somewhere inbetween the solstices of human existence, where the god of nature must be fed with the human power and sacrifice, where bark masks and the size of the antlers decides your coming destiny, and huffin puffing weed makes the green green grass of home look like the fields of vlanders, and the hallucinations ques up into a shroomlike storm of nightmarish peculiars that diminishes the crew of four into one and so on... well this is how the storyline comes to me, with loads of lack and inconsistecies and not within the realms of common idolartry.

so even though bad story and plot, and just of the hinges acting, there are some cute intersections of visual gore and effects that lifts this film up from the quagmire and falls into a three outta ten from the grumpy old man. the intro really nurtures your curiosity, i just wish there where more of the same calibre...