If Hangover Square didn't announce Brahm's aspirations to more than exciting potboilers, The Locket certainly does. It's stylistically radical, as usual, almost more mood than movie with some of Brahm's most haunting scenes. But it's also a Hitchcockian look at doubt, with a telescoping narrative that itself casts aspersions on the motives of all the different storytellers and a smart fusion of melodrama, film noir, and Gothic horror. In short, The Locket picks up where Val Lewton left off.