Longlegs

Longlegs has the ability to make the banal suddenly and delightfully sinister.

Longlegs' unsolved serial killer case is hugely unnerving. And where things land? I’ve never seen anything quite like it. Longlegs also continues to highlight that Maika Monroe is one of the very best horror headliners we have.

Genuinely and properly upsetting.

It’s a true sight to behold, but take care to not look too long. No matter how tightly you try to cling to sanity, one truth remains in “Longlegs”: We all go a little mad sometimes.

A palpable fear runs through Longlegs from the first frame until the last. It’s not the jump-scare tension of a slasher movie but something less tangible. You feel frightened without knowing exact­ly why.

Part of what makes the film so effective is that it doesn’t really depend on secrets or surprises. The writer and director Osgood Perkins summons an atmosphere of dread so intense, it’s practically spoiler-proof.

Osgood Perkins’ dread-dripping serial killer thriller brings the devil home.

Longlegs isn’t as great as the classic ‘90s horror films it resembles, but it provides a gripping serial killer tale nonetheless.

Osgood Perkins's horror film is artier than any other new movie I saw this summer.

Few things are as heartbreaking as witnessing a movie that has so much going for it completely disintegrate in a morass of poor creative decisions..