Nothing like a two hour sit down on a fall’s Thursday night to feel super uncomfortable for a protagonist. Less shriek in terror and more “lemme just grab this blanket real quick and destroy my line of sight to these (literal) ungodly people torturing this woman.”

Farrow...I mean what is there to say? Really think the casting on the whole is pitch-perfect. So easy to root for Farrow. So easy to trust, gain speculation, and ultimately grow furious with all other parties. And surrounding it all is such craft, dear god.

P.S. is Guy Woodhouse the biggest fuckboy in cinematic history? Gotta at least be in the primaries.