Arthouse? Monster movie? Psychological thriller? Wendigo pulls off the impressive feat of failing at all three. The pacing is awful. The first sentence of the film’s description literally fills the first 45 minutes to an hour of the film’s running time. Yet it’s very pretentiously bloated. I’ve never seen a 90 minute movie that seemed so full of fluff that should have been left on the cutting room floor. Half of the scenes and even more of the dialog were completely irrelevant. The constant cinematographic tricks make it all seem like somebody’s film school project, which only serves to take away from what little drama there is to it. As a horror film, it’s a complete bust, failing to ever evoke any sort of horror, fear or even dread. I spent quite awhile looking for this movie. Now I’m going to devote my time to finding the people who recommended it to me.