It’s long been a sort of tradition in the slasher
sub-genre of horror films that those who choose to have sex are doomed to
succumb to a horrific death. It was enough of a trope that Wes Craven’s
post-modern slasher film Scream
listed it as a surefire way for any of its characters to seal their fate. It’s
no coincidence then, that It Follows,
written and directed by David Robert Mitchell, uses sex as the precise
mechanism by which its characters attract the attention of the slow-moving, but
undeterred creature that wants to take their lives.
Strictly speaking, I wouldn’t call It Follows a slasher or horror film. It’s more psychological
thriller than scarefest. It’s creepy, unsettling, unnerving, with the
occasional make-you-jump moment. But if I can go through my house in the dark
to go to bed without feeling a little terrified, then the movie wasn’t scary.
However, I don’t think it’s Mitchell’s intention to scare us. Everything about
the craftsmanship of the film seems designed to make you feel off-kilter or
like you’re occupying a dream space. He takes many of the trademark techniques
of John Carptenter and George Romero (Halloween
and Night of the Living Dead are
obviously major influences here and puts them to excellent use, framing his
shots to create a sense of space that helps serve to ramp up the paranoia. Mike
Gioulakis’s cinematography employs wide-angle lenses during, for example,
tracking shots in front of characters walking down the street. I was reminded
of Jamie Lee Curtis similarly shot in Carpenter’s film. It helps amplify and
distort the space at the sides of the frame, giving an added sense of what
might be lurking. Then there are the shots that observe the characters sitting
in a park or a field, but short open enough to take in the deep background.
Sometimes you can see a figure moving toward them or so it seems. Often the
scene ends before we discover whether or not there was a real threat.
And that’s really the heart of the story, which is about
dread, paranoia, fear of death, and delaying the inevitable. These characters
are facing an existential crisis, though it’s all channeled through Jamie
(Maika Monroe), a college-aged young woman whose dalliance with a casual
boyfriend leaves her the target of a spectral stalker. After she sleeps with
Hugh for the first time, she learns that he’s passed something on to her. Not
an STI, although that’s a parable that a lot of people have latched onto by way
of explanation and meaning. The creature targets you until you have sex with
someone, at which point it moves onto that person. If that person is killed,
you become the target anew. The vagaries of the mystery are one of the mystery
of this thing are one of the screenplay’s assets. No one really knows what the
thing is, where it came from, or how to stop it. There’s no stilted scene of
Jamie researching and tracing it back to its origin, no attempt to understand
its motivation. Managing the threat is paramount. The difficulty for Jamie is
convincing her friends, who can’t see the creature, that she’s not crazy.
There’s her sister Kelly; friend Yara; Paul, the boy who’s had a well-known
crush on Jamie for years; and Greg, who lives across the street. The creature
can appear as anyone known or unknown to her.
Mitchell understands at a core level how to make an
effective thriller that incorporates all aspects of setting and composition
into the story. The film is set in the suburbs of Detroit, where whole
neighborhoods contain nothing but dilapidated and vacant homes. There are
hollowed-out buildings, empty parks, and a thin population that also happens to
be devoid of any parents. There’s the hint of the kind of post-apocalyptic vibe
you get in “The Walking Dead.” Mitchell also makes his time setting somewhat
nebulous. The cars all look like they’re from the 70s and 80s, as does the
television in Jamie’s house where they watch late-night creature features. But
Yara has a very modern tablet in the form of a makeup compact. So clearly we’re
in the present day, but Mitchell is keen to put his audience in the mindset of
the decades when slasher and horror films ruled.
With the exception of a handful of very minor plot holes,
the film hardly has a misstep. It’s really an imaginative and skillfully
executed film, all of whose goodwill is likely to be squandered when the
inevitable sequel is made which will probably be a genre train wreck. Avoid
that movie when it arrives.
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