Spare a thought for the crew behind "1972 Yellow House." Nine years before "Skinamarink" hit screens and dazzled filmbros with its obnoxious use of visual filters and barely coherent dialogue, director Curtis Stone was working similar 'magic' with this movie about a young couple's encounter with the occult, yet nobody called him a visionary. Other than that, the biggest difference between "1972 Yellow House" and "Skinamarink" -- aside from "1972 Yellow House" being a more tolerable experience -- is that Stone at least has the common courtesy to provide a recap/explanation of his film's fuzzy events via a last-minute newscast scene, whereas Kyle Edward Ball opted to leave his viewers baffled and annoyed. It's still hard to make heads or tails of this movie as it meanders along, switching between various hues as it pads out its 52-minute length, but its imagery isn't without its minor pleasures. The sound design, in fact, is even pretty great. Not a good movie by any definition, but I think we've established that I've endured much much worse in a similar vein.
