Possum is the tale of a disillusioned puppeteer who lives with his stepfather. He decides he must rid himself of the puppet that he keeps in a bag. But the puppet keeps returning to him.
This film has a constant state of sadness. It is less scary and more creepy. The puppet is super disturbed looking. Like a spider with a human head.
Honestly, I am not sure if I liked this film or not. It feels like someone captured depression in a bottle and then trapped it within film.
It moves at a quiet pace, relying on the dreadful creepiness that questions if the puppet is truly a living evil or if Philip is just broken from reality. Is someone messing with him? It may be so. This is a dark and bleak film, that is unrelenting in its gloom.