Plucky sub/alt-Quatermass tale (thereby hangs a tale involving Nigel Kneale) with some surprisingly gory moments and structural elements and characters that reminded me very strongly of Jaws: a local horror, external experts, Leo McKern being recalled to London but eventually staying behind to tackle the main story, decisive action versus bureaucratic penny-pinching, a false solution followed by greater danger .... Interesting and generally rather impressive.
Who would dare tangle with Argento and Nicolodi's Suspiria? For me it feels like a World Heritage Site of Natural Cinematic Beauty, a Grade I listed building: one of the jewels in the crown of film history. Madness. But the film is particularly open to, and encourages, madness.
And of course it's not really a remake: it's an homage, a 'cover version' (Tilda Swinton at the gala screening at the London Film Festival last night), a re-imagining – or maybe…