Playlist: The House of the Devil

There was a time not too long ago when, after nuclear annihilation, the biggest fear for many Americans was Satanic cults. This was the late 70s/early 80s--okay, that actually is long ago--and every so often Geraldo Rivera or some other goof would make a stink about this unholy danger to our children and, based on the go-to news imagery, our livestock as well. Of course, this only made pentagrams cool and gave horror writers a new vein to tap.

Ti West's 2009 film is a throwback to that era, right down to the 16mm look and the main character's gigantic Walkman. His filmmaking, however, takes us back even further, eschewing the slash and splatter for an earlier less-is-more sensibility. He builds suspense, slowly and deliberately, until you can't help but freaking out right along with the heroine. This isn't about killing time until the next gore scene by piecing together empty scare tactics, but skewering us with anticipation. It's negative fear, that dread lurking outside the empty spaces of the mundane (climbing a flight or stairs, entering a room, etc.).

That heroine mentioned before is college sophomore Samantha who, desperate for rent money so she can move out of her dorm room and away from her roommate, agrees to take a "babysitting" job against her better judgement and her best friend's protestations. Sure, it's an old Gothic mansion and the couple is creepiness personified, but she was getting paid $400 for a few hours work. Even a quarter century later, that's a lot of money. So, she stays and, well, the rest of the movie happens. All of which is not to say that Samantha is your typical horror movie ditz. Jocelin Donahue gives one of the better performances you'll see in a film like this, playing the character as a normal, naive kid. Her dialogue, particularly with her friend, is unforced and believable, which only adds to the atmosphere of the film.

Confession: the reason I watched this in the first place was because of the friend. Yep, it's Greta Gerwig. And, yep, even in a small role in a "traditional" film she brings her natural acting vibe (not to mention some very Farrah hair).

The movie climaxes in a chilling scene of desperation that made me want to turn the lights back on. But then, West tacks on 15 minutes, abandoning his pacing and focus and turning on the blood faucet. It's not really tacked on as the whole movie was leading to this point, but it's too brusque a tone shift. As for the very ending, um, I don't know what he was trying to say (if you want to know what happened, leave a comment and I'll explain). Overall, though, this is a great pick if you're looking for something fresh to watch this Shocktober.