I found the results authentically nightmarish, perhaps especially thanks to the film's unusual rhythm for horror: not a panicky staccato but a fuzzy-edged, narcotic throb.

A trippy and grotesque vision of the real and unreal colliding in the New England wilderness, energized by memorably out-there effects and its reliably rage-y leading man.

Stylised weirdness can only take you so far, though.

Color Out of Space meets the visual challenges inherent in adapting H.P. Lovecraft, but the entertainment value is dampened by the lack of any engaging story, relationship, or chemistry between the characters.