Jayson

What is genre to you? Is it a warm, cozy blanket of tropes that wraps you in a soothing bubble of solace? If so—The Killing of a Sacred Deer is not for you. This is a seething, uncomfortable hell-broth that amusingly urges you to drink; all while callously burning your throat. It’s single, undying, yearning mission is to torture its characters while inviting the viewer to be part of the festivities. This is a good thing.

Movie sequels are difficult. A film maker and screen writer should take a lot into account when putting together a film and looking for studio funding.  Are you different enough to separate yourself from the original while still holding on to the tone and sensibilities everyone loved about the first? Not an easy task. This is especially true when you are talking about horror movie sequels, and doubly so when it’s something as specific as a pg-13 sci-fi monster romp fest.

Tight quarters, creepy crawlers and isolation in a place where there is no hope of rescue is a perfect recipe for horror. Space is the perhaps the setting that checks off those boxes with the boldest pencil marks. It avoids the cell phone trap and creates an area of pure unadulterated mystery where anything is possible. It’s the perfect canvas to paint a masterpiece of horror. Problem is; it’s a well-used one.