Hereditary
Hereditary isn’t just horror—it feels like grief turning into something you can’t escape.
It starts grounded, almost painfully real, then slowly unravels into something darker and way more disturbing. The way it builds tension is relentless—you’re just waiting for something to go wrong, and when it does, it sticks.
Annie Graham carries so much of that weight, and it shows in every moment. It doesn’t feel like a performance—it feels like someone breaking.
It’s not about jump scares. It’s about dread that just keeps growing.
Uncomfortable, intense, and hard to shake.
“I am your mother!”
★★★★★