This movie is something like an experiment: when you cross American-style horror with British/ Icelandic, you get creepy and strange but not exactly scary. I was really getting into it, up until the scene where 'the doctor' is able to understand the Icelandic girl (right there I thought 'Nope!'). It wasn't believable in any way, shape or form - Icelandic is just too difficult, you sort of have to be born into it to get it. But then towards the end, we find out 'the doctor' was supposedly foreign himself (good-looking kid whoever he is, the kid who played him as a youngster) - but the storyline as a whole is confusing. It's difficult to distinguish how much of the material shown actually happened, or if in fact it was all just a figment of one's imagination. It's also hard to tell if 'the doctor' was dreaming the entire thing (maybe), or whether some of it actually happened. One of the things about Icelandic horror that is different from ours: they spend too much time dealing with the abstract, and not enough time in reality (thereby lessening the effect of being scary). They also don't explain exactly what is happening, making their plots hard to understand. I am all for more movies probing the minds of 'questionable individuals' (makes for good psychological suspense)... but it needs to be presented in a believable, realistic way, otherwise you kind of feel like you're watching a bad Disney movie. This was a solid 3-star venture, for me.