Ostensibly this western/horror hybrid recounts the tale of subterranean critters in the Dakota territories, 1879, who, when the buffalo no longer roam, take to hunting humans, snatching unsuspecting settlers while they sleep. Let's consider some reasons why it actually may be about something less retarded and Kevin Bacon-y:1. The score: equal parts Tom Waits and your grandad's funeral-on-the-moon. Seriously good, and seriously moody. Like The Proposition, but more listenable.
2. The cinematography: majestic, rueful, generally indistinguishable from any great movie not about under-the-earth maneaters.
3. The plot: for a movie about, you know, it has very little to do with them. Mostly it concerns human violence and the land. Closer to Cormac McCarthy than to Monster Mash.
4. The genre: illegitimate child of western and horror? Way better than that movie I saw about Nazi zombies. Miscegenation is powerful stuff.
5. Read this short article: http://www.contactmusic.com/new/film.nsf/reviews/theburrowers.
So, given the movie's fucking outer space ambitions and the surprising competence with which it realizes them, a very unexpected B+. I'm as shocked as you are.
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