In this world, there is an invisible magic circle...

As if under a spell, I could barely move for this film's entire duration.

Few pieces of art evoke feelings as affecting as When Marnie Was There does for me. Every expression and movement makes my heart break or swell. Anna’s character is arrestingly painful, and animated expertly by details that could only be inserted with real empathy, and sometimes, only visible to those who truly empathize.

The film contains themes…

Talk about a wonderful, dreadful surprise. Patient, atmospheric horror executed at this tier doesn't come around often.

This film carefully grows a lump inside your stomach, so slowly and steadily that you don't even notice it until it drops. I've been saying for a while that I wanted to see a movie that made me need to turn the lights on after—I found one.

The Blackcoat's Daughter hangs itself on what it nails: the sounds you hear when you stop…