At about the third scene set after dark in The Night House , I found I was genuinely dreading whenever nighttime came in this movie. Though I’ve seen similar haunted house stories, something particular about the way director David Bruckner shoots and paces his sequences and Rebecca Hall’s astoundingly tense performance gives these interludes a real urgent horror that not every film of this kind can pull off. I think it has to do with emptiness, the isolation too in conjunction with the slipping mindfulness of Hall’s character Beth, a teacher who has just lost her husband to suicide and is discovering disturbing new secrets about him post mortem as she seems to be haunted by his spirit in the house they’ve built by the lake. The Night House certainly teases its’ audience with the psychological state of its’ protagonist, struggling to process the trauma and grief of the situation in addition to the horrifying revelations she is coming across, all the more terrifying being the ones with s
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