I can’t say this one was fun.
Compared to the other movies I’ve watched so far this season, this one is dark and dreary and brooding as Hell.
That’s all right. Variety is the spice of life, after all.
I went into this one without knowing anything other than I’ve heard rave reviews of it for years.
For some reason, I expected a creature feature. I don’t know why. It might have been something I heard about it.
What I got was a slow—SLOW—burn about isolation and loneliness and how one’s identity is often tied to the identities of others.
A solid movie, but prepare yourself to experience dread… of the natural and unnatural variety.
For some reason, as I think about a suitable book pairing for this one, I keep coming back to A FOULNESS IN THE WALLS. It’s a dark, twisted, slow-burn exploration of darkness and isolation and grief.