The Pitchfork Retreat started off in a darkly humored way, the eay that feels Lynchian. The film itself is not but it started off nice. The first act we get to semi know a few horror authors and none seem like decent people. Then we get the very long second act where the authors tell their tales turning the film into an anthology. The first goes a bit too long, the next two feel a bit rushed but overall I was digging it. The last act tries to force all the tales into being one with them haunting the authors. It is enjoyable but such a cluster. That was how the entire film felt. With that said if I go to Frightmare(where I saw this) next year amd there is a sequel, I will still check it out.







