Few things bother me more than the way the term ‘Lovecraftian’ is bandied about because more often than not I get the feeling that those that do so have never read anything by H.P. Lovecraft in their lives.

And sure, most of the time the short stories and novels revolve around things that go bump in the night, but that’s typically just the icing on the cake (or maybe the scab over the wound would be more apropos) because the best Lovecraft tends to be more about a sense of all-pervading dread than the source of the atmosphere itself.

Which brings me to Justin Benson and Aaron Moorhead’s The Endless, a movie that is less Lovecraftian than just intermittently odd.

For the most part it tries to build atmosphere, but mostly just meanders about.

That being said, it’s an awesome movie, though for reasons I never quite expected.

Check out my full review below.