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Perhaps it comes down to an individual’s own phobias, but I can’t say I experienced the profound sense of evil that Longlegs’s marketing campaign – and its most enthusiastic advocates – promised. I was told it would be like The Silence of the Lambs, or perhaps David Fincher’s Zodiac if it had been dragged direct out of Satan’s anus, with a performance by Nicolas Cage as a serial killer so traumatising it had to be shielded from the (non-paying) public’s eyes. To be clear, it’s a fantastic ad campaign. And clearly a successful one. The film has accumulated the kind of buzz last afforded to Ari Aster’s Hereditary or David Robert Mitchell’s It Follows.
