icelandic horror movie fan.
As an Icelandic person, I must point out that you don't have to travel by horse over mountains to get to any villages here (also, Batman, a horse? you're Batman not Lucky Luke, use a batsnowplower or something). No villages are managed in pubs nor rely on superhuman aqua based superheroes for food and at no point will Icelandic people start to sing "Vísur Vatnsenda-Rósu" in unison at you like they do here.
The Icelandic they spoke was correct, though.
Also, this movie did not need to be 4 hours.
In 1974, Ronald DeFeo Jr. killed his family in their home in Long Island, New York. A year later, George and Kathleen Lutz bought their house. Even at the reduced price—it was a murder house—they couldn’t afford it and quickly ran into financial issues. At some point, they met up with DeFeo’s lawyer who just got a book deal. The book needed to be juicy, and he needed something as a defense, since his client brutally murdered his parents and…