I went into this one without knowing a single thing about it and I do not regret that one bit.
I highly recommend that you check this film out without reading another word because this one is best viewed without any expectation. Now, those that have already seen it know that it is a slickly-shot, ghost story that leans heavily on an unreliable narrator and intense ambience.
The story is about a film archivist named David that discovers that his house was the site of a domestic homicide back in 1902. After he reviews some of the crime footage, he starts to feel that there is an eerie presence in his house. Shortly after he confirms that his wife is having an affair, she ends up dead. While the police suspect that David is the perpetrator, David suspects that the apparitions that he keeps seeing are behind her death.
I don’t know if I caught this film while I was in the right mood, at the right time of day, and in the right company, but I found nothing to dislike about it, save for the dreary denouement. Though parts of it seemed to re-tread through the same path of The Ring and Sinister, there was never a point where I felt like I knew what would happen next.
Rupert Evans did a fantastic job in his portrayal of David, the distressed lead. Throughout this film, he ran the gauntlet of human emotion and nothing ever felt forced or inauthentic. I fully look for him to become a household name if he keeps up work like this. Also, Ivan Kavanagh did a remarkable job of directing. He allowed shots to linger and accumulate atmospheric dread but the pacing never suffered.
This film had me on the edge of my seat for the entire running time and feeling a great deal of empathy for David as he tried to explain his side of the story while nobody believed him. I cannot believe that this little gem flew under my radar for so long.
You can currently catch this film on Netflix in the United States.