When a young Londoner and her American boyfriend meet up with her cousin to go hiking in Dartmoor's notorious Wistman's Woods they find their relationships fraying thanks to old jealousies and sexual tensions. As their paranoia about each other reaches fever pitch they realise that there is a much darker force at work in the ancient, eerie surroundings. Atmospheric shocker from British director (and former war correspondent) Richard Parry which has a hint of The Blair Witch Project about it.
If you go down to the woods today...don't take along a weird American boyfriend or the strange cousin you've haven't clapped eyes on for an age.
Unfortunately, metropolitan chick Kerry (Skellin) makes the mistake of accompanying both on a camping trip to the weirdly-named Wistman's Woods in the depths of Dartmoor.
Her bloke Brody (Monsters' Scoot McNairy) is a scruffy Yank who irritatingly capures every move on a series of camcorders while her cousin Leo (Hawley) is a distant relative under a black cloud after his no-show at Kerry's dad's funeral.
Bizarrely, Brody acts with immediate hostility when they pick Leo up from a country station (and not just because he's got a guitar) and grows increasingly grumpy as it appears the two cousins have a growing attraction for one another.
The good camping vibes aren't improved when a pub-full of locals (seemingly kissing cousins to the good folk of The League of Gentlemen's Royston Vasey) spin some nasty tales about hangings and what-knot in Wistman's Woods.
Director Richard Parry's decision to largely improvise and adopt a documentary approach results in the narrative pointlessly rambling and the premise basically boiling down to the fact that Kerry's chosen the outdoor life with a pair of mentalists.
The "found footage" approach is unconvincing: if somebody was scaring the living daylights out of you the first reaction would be to run, not obsess with the workings of a camcorder or leave they lying conveniently around.
That said, it looks genuinely creepy with the twisted trees and mossy boulders of Dartmoor an eerie sight when shot with night-vision and the jump-shocks succeed where jump-shocks always have.
Not a night to remember though.