Watcher

If anyone is looking for book recommendations, this film put me in the same psychological headspace as the novel The September House by Carissa Orlando. It’s more supernatural horror than serial killer horror.  Spoilers, but the common thread between these two works is that by the end I felt kinda gaslit. Since everything is from Julia’s point of view, you trust in her and believe what she believes. Towards the end, I wondered if she was imagining things. I even wondered if her paranoia and imagination made the bag look like it held Irina’s head. The relief of seeing she was right all along was gratifying.  I also loved the ending. Another switcheroo, if you will. She’s trying to get the gun and passes out, and you wonder how it’s going to end. A sad, evil wins ending, a triumph, what will it be? Then there’s this moment when you think, oh her husband is going to save the day. He’s going to get the bad guy, and save her before she bleeds out! The watcher and husband look at each other.  Then the greatest thing happens. She saves herself.