An interesting entry from the UK, that unfortunately suffers from severe tonal whiplash and a gonzo ending. The inciting incident for this film is a shocking moment of urban terror, handled in utmost seriousness and difficult to watch even with the worst conveyed offscreen. As the main characters flee to an idyllic countryside, a different type of threat lurks in the periphery, while the primary dread never quite vanishes. This film carries underlying contemplation on the nature of violence and trauma that could warrant further thought and examination. There is a stark contrast between the leads in how each character acts and responds to violence, presenting some interesting shifts in perspective, dynamic and philosophies. The periphery characters likewise seem to carry some thematic bridge to this theme, each a different depiction of violent potential, some subverting genre expectations, while others deep-diving into the most egregious of stereotypes. But any nuance and subtlety gets thrown out the window when a horde of bloodthirsty wee-folk descend upon the last act to wreak unintentionally hilarious horror. They come off morbidly adorable in their antics and vocalization, reminiscent of Gremlins or Critters. The film draws against often neglected aspects of Irish lore, and the practical rendering of these creatures is very effective. What is less effective is the pacing and the tonal disparity, with parts of the flim seemingly at odds with each other. While gorgeously shot and mostly well acted, the film never seems to commit to a stark horror or comedic tone, and the themes get lost alongside a strange, almost mythic coda. Despite these issues, this is a fun film that evokes shades of 80’s monster horror and provides a decent watch especially for those with an interest in Irish lore.