10 minutes into Goodnight Mommy, a little chiller directed by Severin Fiala and Veronika Franz, I guessed the twist. At first, I was in denial. Surely it wasn't THAT? I mean, come on. No fucking way. I figured that its patient storytelling was building to a straightforward knockout rather than succumbing to a final revelation, but sadly, my worst fear came true. This is an unsettling movie that takes its outrageous premise as a basis, building and building to a operatic ending, that while visually interesting, does nothing to horrify because of how goddamn predictable it all is. Many have said of its effectiveness when you know of the film's conclusion, but the ominous quality of the entire production weakens what could've been a devilish midnight movie. The ambition is admirable, but misguided.