Okay, so the name is ridiculous but apparently comes from a poem. I still think I might have tried find a different name for the movie, because it just does not quite do the job of inspiring fear. It's not quite a bad movie (and oh my, it is pretty.) It's disappointing because it just could have been so so good- an interesting exploration of tensions between "city folk" and "country folk" and responsibility and forgiveness, and all that - and it never quite fulfills that promise. This came out in the 80s, so almost every horror movie of this ilk had to have a final girl (and I LOVE me a final girl,) but the choice in this one felt forced, and a different choice for the lone survivor could have been much better.