More than a love letter to Lovecraft, but less than a well-crafted creature feature. If only writer-directors Steven Kostanski and Jeremy Gillespie had lavished as much love and attention on plot and structure as they clearly did on production and theme, this supernatural ickfest might have been more than a nod to the gory glories of ‘80s horror. More, even, than a solid statement on behalf of practical effects in a digital age that often feels increasingly bloodless no matter how much blood spatters the landscape. The action is set in a nearly derelict hospital, and the anxiety centers around the slimy, scary — and sometimes tragic — world of baby-having, from the rural sheriff and his estranged wife the nurse, to the kindly doctor who still aches for his dead daughter, to the very pregnant young lady who might be going into labor. Between the competent acting, the gleeful grossness, and the yellow-lit dread, you might not notice the dead-on-delivery drama. (2017) — Matthew Lickona
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