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This film is a staggeringly muted cry for help that manifests as a beast within a beast within a fractured mind. Though it is also a film that goads and tests as it flips and contorts this equation with nimble and frustratingly assured regularity. David Blyth’s Wound is a gapping one. Rarely before have I had my senses so rubbed raw. After watching this film my eyeballs actually ached in my head. I didn’t feel sickened by the buffet of horrors that Mr. Blyth had so precisely laid out – I felt pain...