Suspiria ★★★★½

4.5/5.0 = Stellar

The terms "horror" and "polarizing" are two peas in a pod. Find me a great horror film and I'll show you a detractor. Since the turn of the millennium, it appears naysaying has become all the more in vogue. The recent renaissance of the festival-horror-darling has hyped up everyone and their mother for even the smallest of indie pictures. So leave it to Luca Guadagnino's SUSPIRIA, a film with not a single pull-quote in its trailer to blow all of these films out of the water.

A stylistic mosaic of Kubrick, Roeg, Lynch, DePalma, and Obayashi, SUSPIRIA feels distinctly independent from Argento's classic, and all the better for it. Opting out of the intense primary colors of the original, Guadagnino has crafted a deliciously desaturated vision of hell. It's an ongoing nightmare that never stops zooming, panning, tilting and dissolving; embracing the tenets of 70s cinema with a grizzly smirk. Edited to nigh perfection, Guadagnino embraces the entire toolkit of the horror genre. SUSPIRIA is a gore film, an atmospheric chiller, a hallucinogenic fever dream, and a gloomy mystery. It's a mean film, and quite possibly the single greatest remake of all time.

If MOTHER was polarizing because of its lazy thematics and HEREDITARY didn't impress because of its last-minute gear shift, SUSPIRIA can reign supreme as the only horror film in decades to commit fully to every devilish nook and cranny. Not since THE SHINING have I felt such a visceral reaction from a woman's scream. From its Freudian ecstasy to its Japanese stylings, SUSPIRIA has it down pat - practical gore, CG blood sprays et al. There's nothing quite like it. See this one in theaters before a home viewing does it any injustice.

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