Let’s get freaky-deaky.
Liberally mixing peanut butter (hitmen whackin’ folks) with chocolate (creepy cult up to no good), director Ben Wheatley creates a tasty concoction.
The twists and turns, and there are many, should remain shrouded in mystery for those who haven’t had their synapses fried yet, so I’ll be careful what I say.
Just know this pays loving tribute to mind-benders which came before, while staking out its own unique take on the “creeping horror” genre.
Turn the lights down low, snuggle into your recliner and try to ignore anything that goes bump in the night outside the house.