I desperately wanted to like this, but it’s such a flip flop of high highs and low lows that you might get whiplash.
Performances are either great (Nicholas Hoult, Willem Dafoe, even Ralph Ineson) or distractingly camp (Aaron TJ, Simon McBurney and sadly Lily-Rose).
The film shows that it can do eerie, thoughtful and oppressive atmosphere, but often falls into modern horror tropes of jumpscares and fakeouts, which in a film like this with such care paid to the aesthetic…