Ineffable and intangible, dread is a tricky thing to capture on film. It’s a hard enough thing to define. A shock comes fast, blindsiding the nerves. But dread waits, ever-patient as it lingers just outside the bounds of reason. Dread is the currency of Kiyoshi Kurosawa’s cinema. It stalks the edges of his meticulous frames, its insidious labor unseen but viscerally felt. The...