Obsession

the next-big-thing gen z horror is a misogyny-prod fable by a nostalgic genre-bending sensitive young auteur who’s surprised. guess the people saying the substance was the future of feminist horror were onto something. this one deserves all its flowers as it stands don’t get me wrong but like insofar as a culture cannibalises countercultural media i can just feel a ticking time bomb on this one to become an empty virtue signal token film for the nice guy/psychic terrorist crowd. maybe it’ll go down as an actual on-the-pulse warning instead of the usual guilt theatre, but idk check back in 2 years.