For 19-year-old Jay, fall should be about school, boys and weekends out at the lake. But after a seemingly innocent sexual encounter, she finds herself plagued by strange visions that someone, or something, is after her.
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A chilly, atmospheric indie horror whose final act doesn't quite live up to its initial promise, but twists an age-old story (and many classic horror tropes) into a satisfyingly original experience. The cheap, wonky electronic score is a masterstroke.
A remarkably cohesive synthesis of Halloween, Repulsion, and a bit of J-horror thrown in—scary, and loaded with meaning. Some say it's a metaphor for STDs, but I think it has a more shaded (and not puritanical) view of sex, and the film's horror is less about sex's physical consequences than its emotional ones. A movie about anxiety and intimacy, and a serious indie triumph.
The horror evokes that elusive feeling of dread one gets when forever leaving their adolescence behind only to be shellshocked in discovering that adulthood is damn anxiety-inducing. The coming-of-age subtext, along with Mitchell's masterful craft at conjuring up atmosphere and suspense within an almost purely visual, dream-logic narrative, makes this one of the most alluring titles in the genre as of late.
The premise is deceivingly simple but delivers big, leaving us with a lingering feeling of dread. It's undeniably a cyclical nightmare, one that seems to be a morality tale about spreading sexual diseases. While the characters are more like caricatures and it doesn't bother to explain much of anything, the sights and sounds are enough to warrant a viewing. Chilling stuff that echoes iconic 80s horror.
The John Carpenter and 80s homages are obvious. But IT FOLLOWS is in lockstep with David Robert Mitchell's personal dream narratives and a continuing obsession with American suburbia, lost innocence and teenage love (THE MYTH OF THE AMERICAN SLEEPOVER). Maxing out his 2 million budget with William Eggleston-esque images, an evocative sound design and hip soundtrack, Mitchell does overstate the nostalgia sometimes.
The strangest, most elliptical depiction of this kind of middle class milieu. The shock & eventual characterlessness of teenage sexuality. Logical/narrative inconsistencies no matter; this is an utterly alive, thrilling event where theme & form are wholly fused.You cannot trust space or people, but you must if you are to exist w/ any sense of normality. All its parts endlessly resonant. & it can be so, so tender!
From the moment the camera lingers on a young girl drowning an ant in her backyard pool, you know you are in the hands of a filmmaker with an uncommonly sensitive eye. David Robert Mitchell has taken the same compassion for youth culture he displayed in "The Myth of the American Sleepover" and applied it to genre cinema, creating the perfect horror vehicle for today's hookup culture. A modern masterpiece.
The makers of the Babadook could learn a thing or two from this one...THIS is how you do horror as metaphor. It's truly amazing what the director did with so little. The score is awesome, the performances are solid and the whole thing is just ripe for analysis. Some poor effects and dull moments keep it from perfection but overall it's the freshest horror movie I've seen since The Descent.