Limerculer A waste of 90 minutes of my life

Nayan Gough A great movie, one of the best of this year. There was a bit of confusion at one point in the plot, but nothing serious.

Fatma Suarez The movie's neither hopeful in contrived ways, nor hopeless in different contrived ways. Somehow it manages to be wonderful

Mathilde the Guild Although I seem to have had higher expectations than I thought, the movie is super entertaining.

Leofwine_draca I wanted to like ELFIE HOPKINS but wasn't really sure what to think. The film itself is a misguided little mystery mixed with horror and blackly comic overtones. The main problem it suffers from is that Jaime Winstone is a pretty poor and unlikeable lead actress and the supposed comedy double act of her and her pot-smoking friend doesn't come across very well, these characters feel desperately like they want to be an likable awkward hero a la SCOTT PILGRIM VS THE WORLD but they just feel irritating and self-centred.Otherwise the small-town mystery is built up nicely and I particularly liked the kooky members of Gammon family, lead by the dastardly Rupert Evans (a guy well versed in playing baddies after this and his turn in the TV miniseries WORLD WITHOUT END). But ELFIE HOPKINS is better at building atmosphere than it is incident, and the action when it hits is very poorly handled and cheap-looking. This is particularly noticeable in the climax, which should be a large-scale and exciting set-piece but instead which comes across as completely lacklustre and disappointing thanks to indifferent direction. CGI blood effects don't really help either. This film is an interesting stab at doing something different but it's only semi-successful in my opinion.

Tony Bush You've got a low-budget British flick that takes it's cues and inspirations from Hammer's B-grade psychological thrillers of the sixties, Pete Walker's grisly seventies output and hip indie nouveau noir 'tec stylings like Rian Johnson's BRICK.What that combination gives you is a quirky, oddly engaging mid-level chiller with some nearly fulfilled aspirations towards being a cool, self-deprecating "cult" article with teen appeal. The problem with films that aspire to being cult items is they are mostly doomed to failure in that aim. Cult films are not intentionally made, not defined as such by their creators, rather they become that way after they are made and by what happens next in terms of public and fan responses.Difficult to know who this film will satisfy. Hardcore splatter fans will be underwhelmed, whereas the gore in the last act might repel the more tender souls. It's not atmospherically creepy or unnerving to any great degree, like, THE WOMAN IN BLACK, and it's not a bombast-infused psycho-sledgehammer like THE SHINING. Although it features cannibalism as part of it's raison d'etre, it's not HANNIBAL or FEROX. It is a sort of oddity, but one I feel was designed to be that way. A forced approach, a deliberate attempt to make something eccentric, off-key, a manufactured curate's egg of a filmBottom line, though, I enjoyed it in a way that lived up to my low expectations - maybe even a bit above and beyond them. I thought the characters were nicely observed and acted. Jaime Winstone's Elfie is a bottle-blonde brat with a chip on her shoulder and a sort of rainbow warrior/grunge fashion style thing going on. Her performance strikes the right balance between impulsivity, ego, stoner-confusion and vulnerability. As her sidekick, whose love for her is unrequited, Aneurin Barnard's Dylan is a nicely rendered foil. Looking and sounding like a Welsh pot-smoking version of Harry Potter once puberty has passed and the real world is trying to impose itself, he gives a very human and well-judged performance.Jaime's dad - Ray - is on hand in a broad and hokey pantomime cameo, probably as a favour to his little girl who also co-produced, but it's nice to see the two interacting on screen together.It's a fair effort with clear limitations and flaws, worth a look if you fancy something a bit different from the horror genre. I can see it being a moderate hit on DVD amongst the teen demographic, but it's not going to set the world alight or shake anything up significantly.And that's about it, Elfie.

waltercraig Do not waste your time and money on this film. I could act better than Jaime Winston, and I've never done any acting. All she does is say her lines in a flat monotone, while giving the impression that she would rather be somewhere else altogether. None of the other actors are much better, to be perfectly honest, including Ray Winstone. Everything about this film is entirely unconvincing, and you will know it in the first 2 minutes. I stuck it out for 30 minutes before I walked out, and that was only because I had paid £8 for a ticket. I figured that I would have a better time going home, doing some decorating and then watching the paint dry. It was a spur of the moment decision to go see this film - if only I had read the reviews on Rotten Tomatoes beforehand.

Tilda Swinton If you love films with literally no redeeming features, then Elfie Hopkins is for you. If, on the other hand, you are like me, and you enjoy written, well shot and well acted cinema then avoid like the plague. The film focuses on angsty teenager Elfie Hopkins, played by sour faced 26 year old Jaime Winstone, who lives in a sleepy village in the depths of Wales with her father and step-mother. Her days seem to be entirely comprised of bickering with the step-mother and then smoking weed with Elijah Wood look-a-like Aneurin Barnard. When the village welcomes some new arrivals, the peculiarly named Gammons, Elfie's curiosity is piqued - are they all that they seem? What goes on behind the door's of this seemingly charming and cosmopolitan foursome? And why are the village's inhabitants steadily going missing? The more relevant question is, why should we care? The answer, revealed over the course of what felt like 2 and a half torturous hours, but what was in fact just 89 minutes, is: we shouldn't. The film opens with the eponymous Elfie driving her beat-up old car down a leafy Welsh Lane. We know she's cool because she's wearing John Lennon glasses and a knitted woollen hat. She finds a tree branch blocking the road, so gets out to move it; finding the car won't restart, she mutters an expletive under her breath and lights a cigarette. I've already forgotten that this is a woman at least 8 years older than the character she's supposed to be playing because everything about this scene is so real. The Gammons swoop by in their expensive looking 4x4 - they are sinister because their car and hair is black. You know when adults try to write dialogue for teenagers and it feels like all those times that you and a friend were in the car with your dad and he kept using the word 'cool' and doing Ali G impressions? This is like an hour and a half of that. We are asked to believe that Winstone and Wood are the best of friends, bonded by their mutual love of weed and claustrophobic existence in this Welsh backwater, but at no point does their relationship seem convincing, and their conversations make the film feel like one long episode of skins. The chemistry is non- existent, and their scenes together only serve to enable to writers to introduce clunky plot- devices into the narrative ("Cripes Dylan, I can't believe I found this letter of acceptance to London University of London City in plain view on your desk and you weren't going to tell me about it?!"). There is only a token effort at characterisation: the step-mother is a cardboard cut-out of a succubus; Elfie is haunted by the demons of her past (including her dead mother); Elijah Wood is a nerd with glasses and curly hair; the Gammon man is a suave city-type who does yoga and wears lots of black; one of the Gammon children also likes black and shooting wildlife, while the other is kooky and dresses like a doll. None of these characters are likable because none of them are fleshed out beyond two-dimensions. They exist only to be a part of badly written dialogue and a poorly conceived narrative. What I particularly enjoyed was the way that stuff was routinely shoe- horned into the film in the most hideously awkward way. Example: When a party guest of the Gammons is seemingly haunted by disembodied voices on his walk home and comes dashing back down the road screaming, Elfie, apropos of LITERALLY NOTHING, decides she needs to begin one of her investigations into the Gammons. Oh right, yeah, Elfie's an amateur detective: apparently everyone except the audience already knew this. When the 'investigation' fails to turn up any meaningful leads, the Elijah Wood character just announces that he has hacked into the computer systems of police stations in villages where the Gammons have lived. Of course we should have realised that he had that capability; he has glasses and curly hair, and a Packard Bell PC from the mid 90s, so it's on us to make those kind of assumptions.Ray Winstone also makes a cameo appearance as a butcher who can't decide whether he is from East London, the West country or North Yorkshire, and ends up sounding like a cross between Ronnie Kray and one of the Wurzels. Try as Ray might however, there's simply no saving this train- wreck.The film is at least shot in a beautiful part of the world, and autumnal colours prevail throughout, but personally I think the opportunity to use those colours to make the film more stylised and ethereal was completely missed. An other-worldly quality would have enhanced the film no-end, and made the unoriginal and tiresome twist, (which is thrust into the story with all the subtlety and finesse of Ray Winstone in stiletto heels) entirely more appropriate. Moreover making a remote Welsh village seem oppressively small is surely like shooting fish in a barrel, but at no point in the film is that sense of claustrophobia adequately conveyed. Finally the final scenes are gory and unpleasant, and are accompanied by incredibly jarring and inappropriate violin chords.Basically this film doesn't know what it wants to be; it's not a teen comedy, or teen horror nor is it a twee indie flick; in the end the makers seem to have settled on that genre affectionately known as 'straight to DVD'.