Absolutely fucking haunting, darkly humorous and viscerally brutal. Matt Dillon fucking owns it. Lars Von Trier does Lars Von Trier things and mostly succeeds at doing the things he does. Jack is one of the most interesting main characters I’ve seen in a film in quite a while. His ideology is interesting to see. Von Trier offers a fantastic perspective by showing how a serial killer not only kills, but how they react and think. Jack’s OCD, his outbursts of…

"Is that it?" 
"Nothing ever came at night." 
"How did this get an 86% on Rotten Tomatoes?" 
(Groans) 

That was the audience when this film ended. Everyone was pissed besides me. I was fucking blown away. It Comes At Night terrified me. There was no monster, no ghosts, no zombies, no vampires. And, I think that's what horrified me to the core. With its creeping camera movements to its unnerving intensity, the horror is in the subtlety of the filmmaking…