The biggest mistake you can make when watching this film is not approaching it as a horror film.

It is.

There is something deeply personal about horror films where normal, average humans are scarier than the monster. As a queer person, different from the norm, never clearly defined, this kind of fear speaks to me in a way I hadn’t realized until I saw this movie.

“You have to let me in”, “Please, be me for a little while...”
I’ve seen…

Everybody seems to have plans for Mona. Work on this, do that, live over there, never genuinely caring. They offer her pity instead of empathy, sometimes even jealous of her freedom.

I’ve been thinking about the farmer and his final thoughts on Mona

“By proving she’s useless, she’s helping the system she’s rejecting.”

Except, from my point of view, settling down and turning passive is probably an even worse way to fight, ever the centrist, he’s looking to assimilate rather…