Wonderful character development!

Overrated and overhyped

The movie's neither hopeful in contrived ways, nor hopeless in different contrived ways. Somehow it manages to be wonderful

It’s not bad or unwatchable but despite the amplitude of the spectacle, the end result is underwhelming.

A New York man, Sam, has just split with his girlfriend. He is lonely, but soon becomes interested in a stranger, Anna, whom he meets at a party. However, strange things start to happen and Anna may be hiding something.It is an interesting and admirable idea to make a horror film based on mood and character rather than gore and nudity. It is much harder as fear has to be conjured up from seemingly innocent things. Horror films of this nature require more build-up and convincing drama so that they can turn it into something frightening later. The drama must be convincing so that the fear spawned out if it is also genuine."Habit" tries to get at just that, but it doesn't quite make it though. Certain sequences are really drawn out and by the end almost anyone could feel the fact that the film could be brisker instead of the drawn out hour and fifty minutes. For one the several nightmare sequences are well done, but they aren't really connected and the mysterious aura around Anna doesn't seem complete. However, despite the film's shortcomings it doesn't pad itself with sucker punches and cheap thrills. The sex scenes in particular are non-stylized yet strangely erotic.Good honest try with no cop-out, but still not all it could have been. --- 6/10Not Rated. The sexual content makes this one for audiences 16+

Part two of Fessenden's "Trilogy of Horror." After watching this and "No Telling" together, I think Fessenden sets out to convey a message with the backdrop of a horror movie. Unfortunately, it isn't ever clear what exactly he is trying to say! Still, I have a hard time disliking his ambitious work. Fessenden directed, wrote, and starred in this one. He has an offbeat presence that somehow manages to be simultaneously off-putting and charming. He does an outstanding job of portraying Sam, a man falling apart mentally and physically who turns to addiction. At first it's alcohol, and then kinky sex with a new mystery woman that gets a little bloody--but he can't give it up. The atmosphere and set (NYC at night), as well as the depressing music, succeed in making Sam's downfall seem believable. I really appreciate Fessenden's attention to sound--the best things about his films, I think. That said, this movie isn't very scary, the message gets muddled towards the ending, and the lead actress delivers a flat and forgettable performance. Still, it's a very admirable low-budget horror effort.

The bad movie against which I measure all other bad movies. Nothing else ever comes close to bumping it off the worst position. The director seems overfond of shots of himself peeing. Perhaps a fetish for urination is what's required to enjoy this. What ever it takes seems to be something I'm missing. I have never walked out of a movie, but this would have been the first. I was ready to get up and leave after half an hour, but that's when I realized my companion (usually an insomniac)was sleeping peacefully. I felt obligated to finish the the movie so she could sleep, and I've never let her forget the things I'll endure for friendship!

I evaluate the film as a successful film within the criteria of limited budget of an independent film. Making a film about vampires and aiming to make a different one at the same time is not so easy in the hegemony and co-action of Hollywood vampire films. In my point of view, Fessenden makes a great job encouraging independent film makers to force the limits of any kind of subject and scenario and showing that anything can be shot in the spirit of independence. He has a stylish photography of scenes and a normal perspective in showing NY life in a paranormal scenario in its genre. His playing integrates his full motivation in the film. Moreover the film shall not be considered as an experimental low budgeted vampire film, but a mirror of depression and suffer in man's mind.