Like EX MACHINA, I’m sure this will grow even stronger in my memory over time. Tessa Thompson’s fate gave me shivers. Everything was so grotesquely beautiful and genuinely mysterious. Should I read the book(s)?
These have been my incoherent thoughts; welcome to 2018, folks.
Beneath the fears on the surface (STDs, date rape, parental abandonment) are the murkier and touchier fears (vulnerability, betrayal of trust, and death (and Death)), all presented with a languidly creepy circa-70s suburbia vibe that feels like TEXAS CHAINSAW crossed with VIRGIN SUICIDES. The explicit depiction of what happens to the victims falls flat, and it doesn't quite play fair with its own rules, but (like MYTH) the beating heart at the center of everything won't be denied.