Picture this scenario:
You and your lovely wife are incredibly happy. You’re a beautiful couple living in a bucolic little town, and you’re ready to start a family. Except that oh noes! You can’t conceive. You try everything, but alas, it’s not to be. So one night you get all liquored up, and in a fit of glum sadness, you write down all of the things you’d have loved to see your child become, and you… put those notes in a box.
And then you bury the box in the garden?
And then, the next morning, you hear a noise and you go into your spare bedroom, and a dirty little boy is crawling around, birthed from the ground you recently dug up.
a) Run screaming and call the police and/or child protective services?
b) Kill it with fire?
c) Adopt him as your own?
Me personally? I’d go (in order) (b), (a), and frankly, (c) isn’t even on the fucking table. But that’s me. If you picked (c), then The Odd Life of Timothy Green is for you.
Here’s the trailer.
How is this not a horror film? I mean, it’s begging for a creepy kid and a rash of dismemberments. But what do I know, right?