It hits different.
It involves what it is to be a parent, the systems we’ve built, the decisions we make and what motivates us.
It involves children in ways I can’t explain without taking away the power of the film.
I’m not telling you anything you don’t learn in the first five minutes of the movie, so it’s not a spoiler.
I was like ‘I’ll watch this alone so I don’t subject anyone else to the horror,’ and now I’m alone, stuck ruminating on the horror of it by myself.
The writer/director, Zach Kreggers, is a goddamn master of exploration of our worst nightmares and deepest fears, and twisting the knife until you don’t realize the agony is overwhelming you.
As the credit roll, the adrenaline drops. You’re left with the absolute existential ache of every anxiety and fear you’ve ever had, now freshly exposed.
F***.
