I Am the Pretty Thing That Lives in the House

An atmospheric take on the haunted house flick that works more with dread and the looming specter of death than the traditional tropes that often define the genre.

Can a horror movie get by on nothing but atmosphere, on the the je ne sais quoi of its unsettling mood? I Am The Pretty Thing That Lives In The House suggests that maybe it can.

A lightly gothic murder ballad made with great finesse and a fine cast.

Wilson delivers a hardworking performance that nonetheless can't render a familiar character type fascinating enough in a vacuum, with so little support in the writing.

So chilling, so purely artistic that I found myself scribbling four full pages of notes to remember my thoughts in the darkened theater.