It’s 6:16 AM. A man wakes up next to his wife moments before his bedroom is invaded by assassins, is beaten and kidnapped, and his brief attempt at escape is foiled when he’s stabbed in the stomach and dies. It’s 6:16 AM. The man wakes up again. He changes course, trying to gas his assailants with cyanide, but a disturbing revelation about his wife leads to a gunfight in which he is killed a second time. It’s 6:16 AM...

Your feelings on Blair Witch, director Adam Wingard’s sequel to 1999’s The Blair Witch Project, will likely be influenced by two forces: hype and nostalgia. Three if you count your susceptibility to motion sickness. When its connection to the late 90s cultural landmark was unveiled at this year’s ComicCon, the hype was high – particularly among fans of Wingard’s other work, e.g., You’re Next and The Guest. Hype cuts both ways and going into Blair Witch expecting a genre-changing horror masterpiece is a good way to walk out disappointed.

It’s a tale as old as Hollywood itself: the young girl who heads to Tinseltown seeking fortune and fame. The Neon Demon is director Nicolas Winding Refn’s spin on this cliché, complete with glitz, glamour, depravity, and vapidity.

Elle Fanning is Jesse, a sixteen-year-old who arrives in LA hoping to be a model and nearly instantly ascending to ‘it girl’ status. This does not go unnoticed by her peers who begin to plot against her. Along the way she encounters pervy photographers, a sleazy Keanu, and a hotel room-crashing mountain lion.