Bloody women. Once doomed to be stalked as prey, the “females” in indie horror movies are now more likely to deal the killer blow. Thankfully, such anti-heroines don’t conform to a type (some are lone wolves, others are egged on by a crowd; some are sane, others not so much). What these figures share is a conviction that the time is nigh to let rip. Suffice to say, if you were thrilled by the wonky protagonists of Midsommar, Saint Maud and Censor (i.e Dani, Katie/Maud and Enid), you’ll lose your wig over icy diva turned ethereal assassin, Veronica Ghent.
Following a double masectomy, sixtysomething movie star Ghent (Alice Krige; masterful) slopes off to lick her wounds at a Scottish retreat. She’s hoping for seclusion. Instead, she and her young American nurse, Desi (Kota Eberhardt; possibly inspired by Kristen Stewart’s lovely performance in Clouds of Sils Maria), are greeted by OTT art therapist, Tirador (Rupert Everett; oppressive in just the right way).
