Lovecraftian horror is an honored subgenre in in macabre films. You need some specific elements for a film to qualify as Lovecraftian. 1. Hapless characters clearly in over their heads and have no idea just how in over their heads they are. 2. Something weird and/or creepy in their midst that does not immediately play all its cards. Someone might know that "something is not right", but if they warn anyone, usually the others ignore them until it usually is too late. Finally, brain blasting 3. Those exposed to the horror start to lose their marbles. Their sanity is heading around the bend, probably, though not necessarily inevitably, never coming back. They probably aren't even aware of this. Again, there may be one or two...but they will probably end up dead in a gruesome manner.
Though there are exceptions.
So...get some dudes, some brosephs who have known each other for decades. Take them up to a cabin in the woods a long way from civilization. Have one of them discover something weird, in this case what looks like a "corridor", made up of phantasmal vapors, or energy of some kind. The brosephs think this is their ticket to fame and fortune and as they celebrate in the way they will, they have no idea that they are slowly going bonkers.
Oh, and one key thing about horror, but especially about the Lovecraftian, there is no tying up the loose ends. There will be loose ends at the end. No "it as all a delusion...maybe". No "I would have gotten away with it if it wasn't for you meddling kids". Something beyond the framework touched human lives and left them forever changed. And did not bother telling anyone why.
That is the dealio. That is what it is. It is all about a ride. It is all about the trippiness. Can you dig it? Can you handle it?
Then you probably should be able to handle this trip into indie horror.
Cool flick.
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