Bloomhouse productions has a tendency to be a bit hit or miss. Mockingbird is a little of both. This film starts out heavy & raw. Long shots on gritty, handheld cameras. Kick-starting with some shock that only a handful of brave filmmakers have done. The pace drags at points. Nothing that I can’t handle, but I could definitely see some normies shouting “hurry the fuck up”. They would regret that. After clever planning, this film hits a wall, & staggers over the finish line. I wish the director would have abandoned the “twist” ending as soon as he realized its potential. Spooky balloons can only go so far. In the end, this film hops on top of the, “meh” pile.