
The Babadook is actually much scarier than this. Sorry, cat. (My review.)

2016’s Under the Shadow is on Netflix (and lots of other services) on both sides of the Atlantic.

2014’s The Babadook is on Netflix, and lots of other services, on both sides of the Atlantic.

Sure, the humor may be bitter, the horror may be audacious, and the overriding genre may be “anti-romance.” But this hugely original, grimly delightful howl of feminine rage is actually kinda sweet.

The #DailyStream is a once-per-day, single-movie-only streaming recommendation that appears both at my Substack and Patreon, and in truncated forms across my social media. They are free for everyone.

This relentless, heart-in-your-throat, ticking-clock thriller about precarious single-motherhood could not be more timely or more intimate. As real, and as recognizably stressful, as the genre gets.

A sinister tapestry of urban unease and feminist fury that turns an ordinary domestic setting into a place of skulking terror. Original and deeply creepy.

A fairy tale of the Grimm sort: no happy ending, no heroes or villains, just hard truths about life and human nature. Important, beautiful, heartbreaking.

Thinks it’s hitting notes of subconscious dread, but it’s just swinging a sledgehammer of tropes and hoping one of them sticks. (Spoiler: None do.)

You can’t get rid of the Babadook. Not even at Christmas.


The Babadook is actually much scarier than this. Sorry, cat. (My review.)