Leviticus

it feels as though i’ve been waiting for a film like leviticus my entire life. it balances being immensely creepy with a haunting undeniable beauty. even tho it scared the shit out of me, it ultimately left me with a profound sense of tenderness and hope, which is unfortunately something rare to find in queer stories within this genre. naim and his mother are a heartbreaking mirror to the real-life tragedy of queer kids and unaccepting parents, and by framing the insidious nature of conversion therapy as the narrative's ultimate evil, the movie grounds its supernatural horror in a devastating reality. the brilliance of the ending is that they don’t "defeat" the entity; they are condemned to fight it forever, and as an allegory for systemic homophobia, it’s one of the most honest conclusions i’ve ever seen. you may not be able to completely eradicate the fear, but you survive by refusing to let it consume you. unable to simply wake up from the nightmare, they make the choice to choose each other over the terror (at least that’s how i interpret it)