It’s a grim, thankless task. The hunt for that elusive, ‘genuinely scary’ new horror movie is like picking through a wasteland of desiccated bones with barely an ounce of twitching flesh on them.
Last year, Talk to Me unsettled satisfyingly with its kinetic jump scares, and more recently Sydney Sweeney chewed through the gore splendidly in Immaculate. But then there were the so-so Russell Crowe exorcisty outings and that abysmal attempt to reboot The Exorcist.
