"Opus" Is Fun But Doesn't Know Its Own Motivation
Mark Anthony Green was unable to connect all of the pieces in his debut feature film, leaving Opus as a middling entry in an already oversaturated genre.

Lost in the forest on a stormy night, Maria and Miguel take refuge in an old woodcutter’s home. The cottage seems to be the ideal scenario for all desires, hunger pangs, and spells to be released. But, apparently, the old woodcutter, with his strange habits, does not live alone.
Mark Anthony Green was unable to connect all of the pieces in his debut feature film, leaving Opus as a middling entry in an already oversaturated genre.
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