Fréwaka
I’m always down for a good folk horror. There’s something about the forgotten and ancient places of our world that, when handled right, can be both beautifully haunting and intoxicatingly terrifying. This film was no exception.
It’s quiet when it needs to be and taught in all the best places. The fae folklore here is more insidious than it is aggressive. The ancient undercurrent of malicious primitivism feels almost righteous.
There is a house beneath this house and it’s dark and deep and phenomenally atmospheric.
