This is what great cinema
can do to you. At the beginning of this wonderful and disturbing film there’s a
scene where a teacher reads out The Love
Song Of J. Alfred Prufrock to the class. As ever, it sounds phenomenal (I’m
afraid I will never grow tired of it). But then something terrifying starts
happening, and watch the tone of the poem go tense and morbid – if not
unsettling. Suddenly, T.S. Eliot’s eloquence is pure relentless horror.
Whereas five seconds ago…
A great horror film
does not necessarily mean a great film, but It
Follows manages that with ease.
