Follow up to Marich’s 2021 found footage treat, traces a string of tragedies in Northeastern Nevada that tie into the disappearance of the prior outing’s protagonist. The documentary team behind the original dive into the mysterious murder of a woman in her home and the disappearance of another along the same desolate stretch of Nevada highway. The town of Cypress is the location of the incident and interviews with the EMT on site, a journalist and a few residents paint a picture of the horror that hit. Minerva is a college student partaking in a College geology program in Cypress, working with geologists in an actual mine. When she arrives in the small Nevada town, she finds the dorms full, so the school places her in a single white trailer in the middle of the isolated desert. Minerva’s video diary plumps up the runtime and brings on the chills as talking heads and follow up footage add to the intrigue. There’s more going on than you think, which brings a level of high strangeness into the fold and when Minerva discovers a bag containing an old tape and incredibly bizarre paintings, the solid ground of reality kinda turns into mush. This shit is properly spooky and Dutch Marich is really fucking good at this but unfortunately it also feels a bit undercooked and like it solely exists as a bridge into the next one. There’s too much going on and it doesn’t wrap up anything satisfactory. It’ll probably be a little better off once the inevitable third part drops.
Friday, February 6, 2026
Horror in the High Desert 2: Minerva (2023) (USA)
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Follow up to Marich’s 2021 found footage treat, traces a string of tragedies in Northeastern Nevada that tie into the disappearance of the prior outing’s protagonist. The documentary team behind the original dive into the mysterious murder of a woman in her home and the disappearance of another along the same desolate stretch of Nevada highway. The town of Cypress is the location of the incident and interviews with the EMT on site, a journalist and a few residents paint a picture of the horror that hit. Minerva is a college student partaking in a College geology program in Cypress, working with geologists in an actual mine. When she arrives in the small Nevada town, she finds the dorms full, so the school places her in a single white trailer in the middle of the isolated desert. Minerva’s video diary plumps up the runtime and brings on the chills as talking heads and follow up footage add to the intrigue. There’s more going on than you think, which brings a level of high strangeness into the fold and when Minerva discovers a bag containing an old tape and incredibly bizarre paintings, the solid ground of reality kinda turns into mush. This shit is properly spooky and Dutch Marich is really fucking good at this but unfortunately it also feels a bit undercooked and like it solely exists as a bridge into the next one. There’s too much going on and it doesn’t wrap up anything satisfactory. It’ll probably be a little better off once the inevitable third part drops.
Follow up to Marich’s 2021 found footage treat, traces a string of tragedies in Northeastern Nevada that tie into the disappearance of the prior outing’s protagonist. The documentary team behind the original dive into the mysterious murder of a woman in her home and the disappearance of another along the same desolate stretch of Nevada highway. The town of Cypress is the location of the incident and interviews with the EMT on site, a journalist and a few residents paint a picture of the horror that hit. Minerva is a college student partaking in a College geology program in Cypress, working with geologists in an actual mine. When she arrives in the small Nevada town, she finds the dorms full, so the school places her in a single white trailer in the middle of the isolated desert. Minerva’s video diary plumps up the runtime and brings on the chills as talking heads and follow up footage add to the intrigue. There’s more going on than you think, which brings a level of high strangeness into the fold and when Minerva discovers a bag containing an old tape and incredibly bizarre paintings, the solid ground of reality kinda turns into mush. This shit is properly spooky and Dutch Marich is really fucking good at this but unfortunately it also feels a bit undercooked and like it solely exists as a bridge into the next one. There’s too much going on and it doesn’t wrap up anything satisfactory. It’ll probably be a little better off once the inevitable third part drops.
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