It Comes at Night
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And the golden age of horror films continues--in fact, this may be the most golden yet. Mining the tropes of out-of-control virus (thus, by extension, AIDS), isolation, race, lost trust, sexual tension, and lawlessness in defense of family, and setting his story in dark, scary woods in which Nathaniel Hawthorne would have felt shiveringly at home, Trey Edward Shults, whose Krisha was on lots of top ten lists last year, though not mine, perhaps only because I haven't seen it, has unsettled me in a thoroughly original yet eerily familiar way.
The infallible Joel Edgerton fronts a tiny, perfect cast, and Brian McOmber gives us a score that perhaps demands a bit too much attention early but then settles into the job of keeping you primed to have the bejeebers scared out of you. One of the best horror films I've ever seen, and one of the best films, with no other adjectives, of the year to date.
Trailers
- Good Time--Mistakes were made, and now the clock is running.
- Annabelle: The Creation--OK, I'm not saying every horror film being made these days is great.
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