There were more than a couple of gems at this year’s Telluride Horror Show. After letting things marinate for a few days, I think the film that has stayed with me the most is Can Evrenol’s Housewife. A brutal and bloody depiction of childhood trauma meets lucid dreaming meets murderous psychosis. Even upon this writing there are still elements of the story I’m very unclear on, but one thing I am certain of, is that Housewife is one of the most grotesquely beautiful films I’ve EVER seen.
The film opens on a dark and snowy night, as two sisters are locked away in an upstairs bedroom. While the girls are keeping occupied, their mother speaks with “the visitors” down below in some sort of ritualistic setting. It appears that mom is involved in all sorts of witchcraft, judging by all the black magic totems scattered around the room. It’s tense and highly visual as the situation begins to unfold. The older of the two girls reaches down between Continue reading “Telluride Horror Show Review: Housewife (Dir. Can Evrenol)”