This flick slid into my Netflix queue after a solid recommendation from a review countering ‘House of the Devil.’
The latter served as a fine piece of 1980s-inspired cheeky horror. Some great camera work, and a lot of creepy house shit that was gloriously reminiscent of Evil Dead. Ninety minutes worth of your time: trust me.
‘Left Bank’ shared a similar slowly paced crescendo thing that finishes with a curt burst of terror. Or is it enlightenment? It’s brooding psychological horror that runs amok in last fifteen minutes. It has seemingly much more to say than ‘House of the Devil’ ( whose obsession is rural satanist cults of the 1980s) —but when it comes to the film’s resolution, it really is all about a well designed evil lurking in the otherwise ordinary (aka: an archers guild sacrificing women to the Diabolical Vagina of the earth).
If that doesn’t interest you, move along.