The first movie I returned to Australia was dedicated to horror films (no suspense!).
It is not every year that I am so lucky to encounter such a great horror, no wonder mtc gave it a high score of 87.
The director seems to run counter to the routines of all horror films. He builds up very slowly, little by little, without rushing or panicking. There are only a few scenes that are purely frightening, depressing, thrilling and suffocating. Before the final truth emerges, everyone is suspicious and shudders every second.
Almost every picture reveals the fear of being peeped and cursed by demons, and even ordinary objects are uneasy to photograph. The lens is exquisite, so that you will always stare at the screen like "finding the difference" unconsciously, for fear of missing any details.
It is hard to imagine that this is the director's debut feature film, no wonder it was praised by film critics as a "Kubrick-like" masterpiece.
What amazes me the most is the poetry that is rarely seen in a horror movie, or, let’s say, it’s a death metal version of Haneke or Bergman.
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