The last movie of the fest was also the most difficult. See, I was winding down on juice for perhaps obvious reasons, and it was a British movie full of British people with quasi-comprehensible British accents. Still, I made a game attempt at it, and here is what you get. The Reeds documents a boatful of couples on weekend holiday who get lost in some, well, reeds. If it were not for the medical emergency and the hunter-or-hunters of unknown, mysterious, and possibly ghostly persuasion killing them off, this would probably not have been such a big deal. But, you know. These things happen.