Oh well, I never expected the twist that came with this unsettling psychological thriller. This movie is a darkly comic that blends satire with horror with horror in a way that feels both original and oddly satisfying. With its biting critique of class, elitism and the pretentious world of fine dining, it serves up tension with a gourmet twist, that leaves you both amused and disturbed.

The way my jaw dropped while watching this movie is something I’m still trying to get over. The betrayal here is just crazy. Anyway, this movie is a survival thriller. It is gripping and gut wrenching. It’s set against a vertigo-inducing backfire of a mountain face while thriving on endurance, moral desperation and sheer willpower.

You know books, they do things to you. Always do. They leave you weak, lurching, horrified, or stunned. They turn you into a detective or make you feel hopeless. And sometimes, they make you see the world and the people in it differently. The Last House on Needless Street is one of those books. From the title and the buzz surrounding it judging from the number of reviews on its first few pages, I thought I knew what to expect. But nothing could have prepared me for the whirlwind of emotions that followed. I was terrified and thrilled, I crashed out as it almost felt like the author was taking me through a maze of events.

I never expected this movie to turn out as gritty as it did but well, I guess that’s the essence of a survival horror film right? It has an intense atmosphere and relentless pacing and also offers a visceral experience that keeps you on edge.

I never expected the kind of horror I got from this film and I guess I have to start bracing myself for the “evil will prevail” resolution so it doesn’t come as a shock to me anymore. It’s a slow-burning and atmospheric horror film. Its horror is psychological, existential and rooted in dread, which I found very unsettling - that’s the whole point of a horror film right?

She breathed in the salty air and pulled off the band that held her hair in a ponytail. The sky, a deep foreboding grey; the sea, dark and ominous, with waves growing choppy - she inched into the water. The wind howled, whipping her ebony-black hair in horror. Deadpan, she paused, gazing at the horizon where the sky and sea collapsed.