Synopsis
The truth will surface.
Reeling from the unexpected death of her husband, Beth is left alone in the lakeside home he built for her. Soon she begins to uncover her recently deceased husband's disturbing secrets.
Reeling from the unexpected death of her husband, Beth is left alone in the lakeside home he built for her. Soon she begins to uncover her recently deceased husband's disturbing secrets.
David Bruckner George Paaswell Sebastien Raybaud Francois Callens Laura Wilson Rebecca Hall Ben Collins Luke Piotrowski
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shoutout to horror movies where men simply can’t be seen, gotta be one of my favorite genres
really love when a horror movie introduces outlandish complex storytelling that actually works in context and also holds back just the right amount to avoid spelling out all of those complexities to the audience… what a sexy fun concept
i'm so in love with the way that this was written. i feel like these days it's much more common for horror films to only have selective scenes that are scary rather than the entire film as a whole, but there is something intensely uneasy that lingers during the entirety of this. honestly, the only movie touching the level of how scared i was during this was kim jee-woon's "a tale of two sisters" and there's actually quite a bit of overlap between the two regarding both the themes of grief and their intense skill in building suspense.
rebecca hall is so so so good. this is such an intensely difficult character to portray for reasons that i don't wanna…
Adding half star for having a character's phone be on a charger while they sleep instead of just keeping it disconnected on the night stand like a sociopath.
I saw this 3 hours ago and still am yet to unclench my butthole.
Features one of the most effective jumpscares I’ve ever seen - left me absolutely rattled.
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The Night House doesn't necessarily stick the landing with its narrative revelations, but until then, it's an ambiguous and startling slice of psychological horror. Rebecca Hall's performance is the foundation of a film that plays with physical space before finding its way into the darker recesses of depression and mental health. Its strongest ideas stem from concepts of mazes, paths, and otherworldly realms that provide an evil space for those struggling with a lack of purpose, a void in the material world. As a film that loses its way, it does so in a fashion that feels purposeful. Moment to moment, this is an unsettling piece of work, and well worth seeing.
the reveal of *~what’s going on~* is kinda lame, and i wish it had gone in like multiple other directons. mostly negligible though bc otherwise this rocks
Like a sophisticated riff on ‘What Lies Beneath’ that’s been re-calibrated for a new generation, The Night House feels much like that widowed relative in the background of family photos who ever so slowly starts to fade from the celluloid as time eats away at their soulless, grieving image. Yet, perhaps the most terrifying thing about Bruckner’s study of psychological torment isn’t his twisted (almost phantasmagorical) visuals that paint such a malevolent atmosphere or that he submerges us in a level of Hitchcockian suspense to an almost nauseating degree, it’s the director’s ingenious utilisation of interior architecture and symmetrical spaces, and how those structures can form the darkest corners of our minds. Amongst bloody moons split between creeping fog and the…
The Night House has some intriguing things going for it. It builds great tension leading up to its handful of jump scares and disorienting turns. It’s slick but not without some bramble. It’s anchored by a genuinely fascinating Rebecca Hall performance full of nerves and bitterness due to the character’s journey through fresh grief as a widow. Dig the sequence with the broken mirror in the bathroom. But the directions I was thinking it was going in — doppelgängers? parallel universes? — was more interesting than what it turned into. It’s undone by a truly baffling ending that negates the promise of the earlier parts of the film.
But I’ve got to ask, why has horror become obsessed with being so bluntly about grief and trauma? Why is metaphor taking a passenger seat for such surface level renderings of these themes?
Once you have your first brush with Death, it can seem like it’s always calling to you from the far shore of the river Styx. After dodging a bullet or losing a loved one, you might hear Charon the ferryman whispering in your ear from time to time, beckoning you to cross over; to come back to the void; to embrace the eternal.
That’s just one of the fun thoughts that may be running through your mind during the first minutes of David Bruckner’s shudderingly intense and sadistically loud horror movie “The Night House,” a grief-stricken portrait of unraveling that begins with a small, empty dinghy bobbing against a dock on the shores of an idyllic New York lake. A…