Excision (2012), written and directed by Richard Bates Jr. is one of those cases that proves if you've made a short film than that's how it was supposed to be made. Let it live and move on. Paul Thomas Anderson expanded Cigarettes and Coffee (1994) into Sydney/Hard Eight (1996); Wes Anderson did the same with Bottle Rockett (1994), into Bottle Rockett (1996); Andres Muschietti is doing it with his three-minute Mama (2008). Though I'm sure hundreds of other attempts fail sharply. I haven't seen the 2008 Excision, eighteen minutes that converted horror followers all around the world, but after last night's screening I won't wait much longer. For both good and bad reasons. Praises first, "Excision"'s ending is absolutely bizarre and gut-freezing, attending to wrap a mash of very disturbed human emotions. The tension of the editing drove the theater dead-shut for the first time since the beginning of the film. I just wished the rest of the film hadn't been a constant repetition of the same beats, shots and reactions (dinner scenes), surreal and nerve-rackingly loathsome images of sex, blood and...praying? The main character had a very interesting psychology, until halfway in you realized you would never know what the hell was going on inside her mind and, bear with me, even crazy people have utter motivations and goals. What was she doing there? Why was she doing those things? It wasn't developed as mystery. It was loose confusion, allegedly created on purpose, something I'd rather call false-complexity.