But there’s nowhere to go. Screenwriter Lucinda Coxon builds and builds and builds (Ole Bratt Birkeland’s camera catching every opportunity for a shot of Gleeson looking glum) with the first paranormal occurence happening around 40 minutes into the film. A slow pace is good for a ghost story, but it’s too much for a finale with no payoff.
The Little Stranger is not a horror film, nor a ghost story, nor is there much to be scared of – it’s a period piece that’s as empty as the house it’s based in. It’s nice to see director Lenny Abrahamson (Frank, Room) tackle something different, even experimental, but the result feels like three hours instead of two.
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