Unsane…hums along with an aggressively engaging energy that hooked me from the start.
Difficult art doesn’t exist to be accepted and loved. It exists to exist.
I’m not sure what circumstances prompted the Twisted Pictures folks to revive their mascot…but I can’t say Jigsaw’s return isn’t timely.
You don’t need a PhD to follow the story. You just have to pay attention.
Aronofsky has created a film that posits the female as The Other – the source of all inspiration and frustration.
In the end, mother! clings to convention in a story that’s couched in a guise of aesthetic edginess.
In a way, the addicts of Toad Road are not unlike the religious types who seek redemption and release via unquestioning faith in an omniscient, all-powerful creator.
I give this movie the highest praise by saying I hope they make a sequel. Hell, I really hope they make a prequel AND an origin story. And I usually hate origin stories.
The Blackcoat’s Daughter completes an unholy trinity of horror classics that are as viscerally punishing as they are challenging in their boundary-pushing intelligence.
We get some ghost-vomit, sure, but it’s contextual ghost-vomit.