Remi Weekes directs Sope Dirisu, Wunmi Mosaku and Matt Smith in this British horror where a refugee couple are assigned a council estate masionette which houses terrors within its walls.
Something is in the shadows, something is in the cracks. Well acted, visually impressive and going toe to toe with James Wan’s blockbuster use of negative space, His House is a fine shocker. The ghouls are iconically nasty, the social message heartfelt. Like Jacob’s Ladder (another strong influence on the genre aspects) this is as much an existential puzzle as it is a five fingered exercise. Rial and Bol are clearly traumatised by the manifestations they cannot escape. Is it survivor’s guilt? A curse that has followed them across the ocean? A vision of the hell they do not yet realise they belong in? A psychic attack from the white country and white authorities and white neighbours who do not really want them to settle and integrate? A good old fashioned haunting? Weekes never shows his hand until he has played full value out of each and every card in it. His debut works as both an issues piece and a rattling good spookshow. Featuring stand out work from a defiant Mosaku and a creepy Smith.
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