The Beach House

It can keep you in your head for a long while after you watch...

Jeffrey A. Brown's The Beach House is a daring debut that proves you don't need a big budget to make a captivating cosmic horror film.

Jeffrey A. Brown truly grasps that what makes this kind of horror work is the sense of corruption - of the surface hiding the menace, whether it be the calm waves above a roiling, toxic ocean, or the skin that is being consumed and degraded from within.

Visiting The Beach House leads to a decidedly unremarkable experience.

While its parasitic-invasion storyline and end-of-the-world vibes might not soothe any contemporary nerves, that doesn't make the film any less effective.

Boasting sweaty, shaky camerawork and a firm grasp on tone, Brown's grisly indie horror flick is yet another piece of work that feels unexpectedly suited to our times.

Brown delivers a masterful slow burn that ramps up suddenly and shockingly, turning into an apocalyptic nightmare.

...low-budget genre cinema done beautifully and viscerally...

Once things do start going wrong The Beach House goes very right -- its last act had me screaming my fool head off several times

The Beach House is a tense, trippy and economical horror flick that often gets you right in the gut.