So I saw Skinamarink today and I absolutely loved it. I feel like describing it as both sleepy and noisy feels contradictory but that's how it was? It was a horror film built around it's sound engineering and foley work. The constant sound obscured and distorted the senses. The loudness of the cartoons drowned everything else and left me wondering if what I was hearing was just part of the tv or if it was coming from the dark parts of the house. The children spoke in harsh whispers, words were hard to make out. I found myself wishing the film would be quiet.
And then it would be dead silent. Suddenly. Unnaturally. And the silence more than anything else drove the fear in me up into a crescendo of panic.
My main complaint is the run length; 100 minutes is maybe a bit too long and there were several points where I felt it should end. But for the most part it makes up for this by dripping with dread and atmosphere.
It was long, it was slow, and it doesn't explain itself. I loved it.