“the folklore bones here are so good... grandma hoarding rusty tractors and scrap iron because trolls can't stand cold metal is exactly the kind of dirt-under-the-nails detail i live for. and seidi haarla screams like she's clawing her way out of her own body, i believed every single one of those wails. but man the back half just circles the drain, it keeps making the same point about being a wrecked new mother until my patience wore as thin as saga's. rupert grint is fine but they gave him nothing, he's basically standing in the corner reacting to gore. i wanted the slow creep of the woods to swallow me whole and instead it kept undercutting itself with splatter gags. hatching was tighter and i'm a little sad about it”
