Greg’s review published on Letterboxd:
Death rattle. A term frequently described by loved one’s of the deceased as a sound so utterly terrifying you’ll likely never forget it. This noise is one of the first things to jolt the senses in Luca’s retelling of Suspiria. A noise so horrifying that it’s lasting impression bleeds into the score; carrying the tone of the film into dellusioned madness.
I was beguiled by the screen in front of me from start to finish. What Luca creates here is a simple nod to 70s cinema with a style all his own. Murky wet pallets of blue and brown, with quick focus pans that tremor the viewer into the bewitched studio before us. Trembling choreography so full of carnal passion and murderous seduction.
The actors lead with a femininity so engaging and disruptive to the patriarchy, teasing the male form in giggles and whispers. Love is celebrated in devotion to one’s coven and the commitment to another in times of turmoil and despair. But even in it’s descent, the cries of a new regime bellow out from the young to shatter old ideals.
Suspiria is true to form horror cinema, though maybe a tad long. Especially with that Epilogue. I personally would like to revisit and attempt to establish that connection overall. My review is based on Acts 1-6, upon rewatch I will model my second response to Epilogue.
Side note on Epilogue... anyone else see Elio? ;)