Oops, I said the d-word. The golden rule of spirit possession anonymous is never ever use that word. Yes, you read it right.
Ever wonder how someone gets their life back on track after a hellish possession? This novel approach turns upside down the well-worn formula of recent horror involving satanic possession. It's basically a peculiar, playful and dry comedy-horror looking at the aftermath of an exorcism and how one goes about trying to piece everything back together again. As you know, it's hard to remember what you did on a night out on the town when drunk, let alone under possession for over a month. Maybe you don't want to know. Not Ava. It's part of the therapy to expose those repressed memories. Meaning good times ahead.
The narrative is not so basic, due the various sub-plots and characters leading onto a mysterious, if intricate path. I actually preferred it when it was focusing on the actual metaphoric therapy classes than Ava trying to uncover what her family is hiding from her. The self-aware humour running throughout is consistent, if quite low-key and a touch morbid in delivery. Although I probably wished it had pushed the boundaries a little more on that front. Sometimes it just lacked a bit of punch with it being cute.
There's a real haze to the scummy atmosphere consisting of vibrant neon lighting, a hip synth soundtrack and impulsive acts of bitter violence. The tailored performances are spot on with Louisa Krause's stolid turn as Ava.
Also great to see the 1976 horror "Alice, Sweet Alice" get a little plug on the TV.
Ever wonder how someone gets their life back on track after a hellish possession? This novel approach turns upside down the well-worn formula of recent horror involving satanic possession. It's basically a peculiar, playful and dry comedy-horror looking at the aftermath of an exorcism and how one goes about trying to piece everything back together again. As you know, it's hard to remember what you did on a night out on the town when drunk, let alone under possession for over a month. Maybe you don't want to know. Not Ava. It's part of the therapy to expose those repressed memories. Meaning good times ahead.
The narrative is not so basic, due the various sub-plots and characters leading onto a mysterious, if intricate path. I actually preferred it when it was focusing on the actual metaphoric therapy classes than Ava trying to uncover what her family is hiding from her. The self-aware humour running throughout is consistent, if quite low-key and a touch morbid in delivery. Although I probably wished it had pushed the boundaries a little more on that front. Sometimes it just lacked a bit of punch with it being cute.
There's a real haze to the scummy atmosphere consisting of vibrant neon lighting, a hip synth soundtrack and impulsive acts of bitter violence. The tailored performances are spot on with Louisa Krause's stolid turn as Ava.
Also great to see the 1976 horror "Alice, Sweet Alice" get a little plug on the TV.