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Horror’s most consistent monsters are always shapeshifting to match the anxieties of the age that birthed them. The zombie shambled out from Haitian folklore, dragging the fear of being enslaved even after the release of death behind them. George A. Romero's violent ghouls in Night of the Living Dead rummaged around in the guts of America’s feelings about the Vietnam War. Dawn of the Dead fretted over capitalism turning us into mindless consumers.
The decomposing revenants that Daisy Ridley encounters in We Bury The Dead are brand new to the genre, and all the fresher for it. The setting is new, too. Aesthetically, it’s Aussie director Zak Hilditch’s strange, sad and spooky love letter to the wild landscapes of Tasmania, where the action is set. Lingering drone shots of people moving through a freshly uninhabited world are stunning. It would almost be a tourism advert, if not for the horrifying happenings on display when you get up close.
