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Clockwise from top left: Cult Of Chucky; Splice; I Am The Pretty Thing That Lives In The House; Killer Klowns From Outer Space; Creep 2; The Blackcoat\u2019s Daughter; Gerald\u2019s Game<\/a><\/figcaption><\/div>\n

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Streaming libraries expand and contract. Algorithms are imperfect. Those damn thumbnail images are always changing. But you know what you can always rely on? The expert opinions and knowledgeable commentary of The A.V. Club<\/em>. That\u2019s why we\u2019re scouring both the menus of the most popular services and our own archives to bring you these guides to the best viewing options, broken down by streamer, medium, and genre. Want to know why we\u2019re so keen on a particular movie? Click the title at the top of each slide for some in-depth coverage from The A.V. Club<\/em>\u2019s past. And be sure to check back often, because we\u2019ll be adding more recommendations as films come and go.<\/p>\n

Some titles on this list also app<\/a>ear on our best movies on Netflix list<\/span>, but we decided horror films deserved their own spotlight since they are often not included on our year-end lists as much as other genres. The criteria for inclusion here is that (1)<\/strong> the film is classified by Netflix as a horror film (so don\u2019t shoot the messenger if you think something is misgenred here), (2)<\/strong> The A.V. Club<\/em> has written critically about the movie; and (3)<\/strong> if it was a graded review, it received at least a \u201cB.\u201d Some newer (and much older) movies will be added over time as Netflix announces new additions to their library.<\/p>\n

Looking for other movies to stream? Also check out our list of <\/em>the best movies on Amazon Prime<\/em><\/span>, <\/em>best movies on Disney+<\/em><\/span>, and <\/em>best movies on Hulu<\/em><\/span>. And if you\u2019re looking to laugh, check out our list of <\/em>the best comedy movies on Netflix<\/em><\/span>.<\/em><\/p>\n

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When Sarah (Nicole Brydon Bloom) first moves into an L.A. apartment complex where people actually seem to care about their neighbors, any denizen of a major city will think they know where 1BR<\/em> is going. And it is\u2014for a little while. What\u2019s interesting about writer-director David Marmor\u2019s feature debut is the fact that, 45 minutes in, the film reaches what would be the natural end point of most horror movies about cults. Then it keeps going. Real-life details culled from ex-members\u2019 accounts of life in groups like Scientology and NXIVM give the film an edgy ripped-from-the-headlines quality, as well as reinforcing the sheer L.A. of it all. If you enjoyed The Invitation<\/em><\/span>, keep this one on your radar. [Katie Rife]<\/p>\n

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We see plenty of premeditated murders in the movies, but the emphasis tends to be more on the murder and less on the premeditation, for the obvious reason that cinema is more accommodating of action than thought. Motives may be established, but they don\u2019t necessarily encompass the wholeness of the perpetrator\u2019s complicated psyche or the deliberate, banal build-up to the crime. Over a difficult three-hour sprawl, Cristi Puiu\u2019s Aurora<\/em> fully explores the time before and after a killer strikes, and it has the cumulative effect of making what passes for a \u201cmotive\u201d seem absurdly simplistic. As played by Puiu, who cast himself after a long audition process proved fruitless, this disturbed man emerges as chillingly unknowable, a mass of long-simmering grievances that finally, violently bubble to the surface. [Scott Tobias<\/span>]<\/p>\n

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Going by its title alone, The Autopsy Of Jane Doe<\/em> sounds like a Faces Of Death <\/em>knockoff or maybe one of those Japanese gore videos from the \u201980s like the one that made Charlie Sheen call the cops<\/a><\/span> because he thought he was watching a real snuff film. No such mistakes could possibly be made about Norwegian director Andr\u00e9 \u00d8vredal\u2019s follow-up to his breakout hit Trollhunter<\/em><\/a><\/span>\u2014not for a lack of gore, but thanks to its self-imposed stylistic restraint. Emile Hirsch and Brian Cox co-star as Austin and Tommy Tilden, a father-son coroner team tasked with performing an emergency autopsy on an unidentified woman found in a shallow grave at the scene of a murder. The assumption is that this woman, the Jane Doe of the title, was one of the victims. But as the Tildens crack open her chest with a giant pair of pliers and begin poking around, it becomes obvious that \u201cJane Doe\u201d is no ordinary corpse. Large chunks of the film are devoted to the autopsy, with voice of experience Cox providing expository narration as he digs around; each new step provides a new clue to Doe\u2019s true identity, playing out like a murder mystery where the clues are inside the victim\u2019s body. The best way to describe the procedure itself is \u201cclinical,\u201d explicit but not exploitative, with the camera, for the most part, maintaining a professional distance from the proceedings. [Katie Rife<\/span>]<\/p>\n

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A pair of inventive low-budget thrillers brings the spirit of The Twilight Zone <\/em>alive with their respective narratives. Those who appreciate a good Rod Serling story (albeit one livened up with some nutso John Carpenter-esque horror) will be rewarded by Await Further Instructions<\/em>, a bottle episode of a movie that finds a family waking up Christmas morning to discover their entire building has been covered with a metallic-like substance, trapping them inside. Their only information: a notification on the TV screen that reads, \u201cAwait further instructions.\u201d Inconsistent characterization and people behaving like morons hampers some of the momentum, but overall this descent into paranoia succeeds as a dark little parable\u2014and it has a wild ending. [Alex McLevy]<\/p>\n

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A horror fantasy about the worst fears of parents and children, Before I Wake<\/em> imagines a married couple, Jessie (Kate Bosworth) and Mark (Thomas Jane), trying to move on after their son\u2019s death by taking in an 8-year-old orphan who\u2019s gone from foster home to foster home under mysterious circumstances. Waiting for the new arrival, Mark screws grab bars to the tub wall (their boy drowned in the bath, which is basically every first-time parent\u2019s nightmare) while Jessie takes down the family photos from the living room, enacting an unwittingly creepy ritual of preparation; skewed in a horror movie\u2019s exposition, the things adults think will make kids safe seem conspiratorial and sick. But slyly, the film keeps turning viewer sympathies about who might be the bigger threat to whom. As the new foster parents soon discover, the kid, Cody (Room<\/em><\/span>\u2019s Jacob Tremblay), possesses a dangerous supernatural power, and when he falls asleep, his dreams haunt the house\u2014projections of a small child\u2019s manias (butterflies are Cody\u2019s favorite subject) and uneasy thoughts about grown-ups and themselves. Often, Cody dreams of the dead son, Sean (Antonio Romero), the little boy\u2019s face unnervingly frozen in the rictus of the only photo of him he\u2019s seen. [Ignatiy Vishnevetsky]<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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The Blackcoat\u2019s Daughter<\/em> is a clammy hand on the back of the neck, a chill running down the spine, a shot of ice water straight to the veins. Every moment, almost every shot, has been carefully calibrated to stand hairs on end. Most of Frank Oz\u2019s Blackcoat\u2019s Daughter<\/em> takes place at a fictional, religious boarding school for girls, on the precipice of a long holiday weekend. It\u2019s an unsettling setting: darkened and deserted dormitories, surrounded by dead trees, blanketed in snow. Rose (Sing Street<\/em><\/a><\/span>\u2019s Lucy Boynton), who fears she may be pregnant, gets stuck looking after freshman Kat (Kiernan Shipka) while the two girls wait for their parents to retrieve them for winter break, one day late. Trouble is, Kat\u2019s parents aren\u2019t coming. Something horrible has befallen them, leaving their daughter vulnerable to a dark influence. Meanwhile, another young woman, Joan (Emma Roberts), makes her way to the same sleepy East Coast town, hitching a ride with some good samaritans. The plot is bare bones, a skeleton to drench in dread. [A.A. Dowd<\/span>]<\/p>\n

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For years now, I\u2019ve found it strange that there were only two or three good movies about the internet, the most important thing in the world. My wish for a film truthfully capturing all the connection, gratification, desperation, and despair of living online came true with this sophisticated thriller, in which a cam girl (Madeline Brewer, making a convincing argument for herself as a bona fide star) discovers that an automated doppelg\u00e4nger has taken over her channel. There\u2019s a lot to love here, from the low-key sex-positivity to the cringe comedy to the delectable supporting turn from former love witch<\/span> Samantha Robinson. But I like Cam <\/em>best as our most ruthlessly honest film about the nightmares of full-time freelancing. [Charles Bramesco<\/span>]<\/p>\n

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Let\u2019s make something clear up front: Creep 2<\/em> is not a scary movie. Despite a plot that concerns a serial killer and the unsuspecting woman who answers his Craigslist ad and drives to his remote home in the woods, there is nothing about the film that would inspire much in the way of goosebumps. (A few small jump scares are played more for laughs than shrieks of fright.) Whereas the first Creep<\/em><\/span> wrung tension from the familiar tricks of the found-footage style, the new one assumes the viewer already knows the situation with its homicidal subject, and doesn\u2019t really try to generate chills from it. Instead, it\u2019s a serial-killer midlife crisis: Within the first five minutes, Mark Duplass\u2019 character has already desultorily cut someone\u2019s throat, sat morosely as the blood congealed, and said, with heavy existential ennui straight to the camera he snuck into the house, \u201cWhat\u2019s happening to me?\u201d A slasher sequel this is not. But for fans of the original who don\u2019t mind the loss of scares, Creep 2<\/em> improves on the first film in nearly every way, from tone to dialogue to plot. Aesthetically, the two films are more or less identical, as director Patrick Brice maintains a straightforward functional approach to the material. As in the first, the protagonist is a filmmaker, or at least a wannabe filmmaker, thereby narratively justifying a steadier and more professional level of camerawork. This series isn\u2019t all that pretty to look at, but as far as found-footage cinematography goes, it sits firmly in the upper tier. [Alex McLevy<\/a><\/span>]<\/p>\n

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Coming off of the positive critical buzz surrounding 2016\u2019s Hush<\/em><\/span>\u00a0<\/em>and Ouija: Origin Of Evil<\/em><\/span>, Flanagan decided to re-team with Hush<\/em> producer Netflix for a film adaptation of Gerald\u2019s Game.<\/em> It\u2019s not an easy sell: Not only is King\u2019s book structured in such a way as to make it extremely difficult to adapt\u2014much of it takes place inside the mind of the main character, Jessie (Carla Gugino), as she lies handcuffed to a bed, alone and unable to escape, after her husband dies mid-kinky sex\u2014but it deals with some very challenging themes of sexual abuse and the silencing of women. Thankfully, Flanagan\u2019s film is up to the challenge, thanks in large part to Gugino and her compelling performance, which deftly expresses emotions from panic to grief to despair to rage, sometimes all at once. [Katie Rife<\/a><\/span>]<\/p>\n

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Unlikable characters. Bad decisions. Gloomy spaces. Throw them together and you have a recipe for an effective horror movie, at least of the kind that had its heyday in the 1980s, when audiences rooted for killers to butcher whole casts of teenage and twentysomething nuisances. If you\u2019ve seen one of these films, you\u2019ve seen most of them. Their formula was primal but effective: \u201cKids go to the woods, kids get dead.\u201d Writer-director Elle Callahan plays with that formula in her debut feature, Head Count<\/em>. Set against the seemingly safe splendor of Joshua Tree in California, the film gathers 10 millennial-aged characters in a rental house for some carefree vacation festivities. But there\u2019s an 11th in their midst: The Hisji, a malicious shapeshifting entity inadvertently summoned at the start of the film by Evan (Isaac Jay). Evan, who begins seeing doubles of his friends everywhere, slowly starts to suspect that the Hisji isn\u2019t a harmless creepypasta after all. His pals think he\u2019s a major buzzkill… that is, until about 45 minutes into the film, when a casual game of \u201cNever Have I Ever\u201d goes fearfully awry. [Andy Crump]<\/p>\n

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Though this tense home-invasion thriller involving sensory impairment went straight to Netflix, Mike Flanagan\u2019s ruthlessly efficient Hush<\/em> would play like gangbusters on the big screen. At just 81 minutes, the film wastes little time setting up its cat-and-mouse game, which pits a deaf novelist (Kate Siegel) against the psychopath stalking the perimeter of her secluded country home. The heroine\u2019s impairment ratchets up the threat level (how can she fend off what she can\u2019t hear?), and Hush<\/em> toys with genre convention by unmasking the killer fairly quickly. Mostly, though, this is just an effectively straightforward exercise in suspense, one that further positions Flanagan\u2014who also made the well-received Ouija <\/em>prequel<\/a><\/span>\u2014as a filmmaker with a strong grasp on horror\u2019s fundamentals. [A.A. Dowd]<\/p>\n

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The horror renaissance continued unabated in 2016, as films like The Witch<\/em><\/a><\/span>, The Invitation<\/em><\/a><\/span>, The Eyes Of My Mother<\/em><\/a><\/span>, Under The Shadow<\/em><\/a><\/span>, Don\u2019t Breathe<\/em>, brought increased respectability to this frequently disrespected genre. But one of the year\u2019s most singular horror movies, I Am The Pretty Thing That Lives In The House<\/em>, still slipped through the cracks. Maybe it was the unwieldy title. Maybe it was the fact that the movie, an immersive sensory experience, went straight to Netflix. I\u2019d wager the real reason Oz Perkins\u2019 one-of-a-kind ghost story was slept on or even disliked (average grade from the A.V. Club<\/em> comment community: C+) is that it\u2019s entirely out of step with contemporary horror conventions and trends. It\u2019s an exercise in pure unsettling atmosphere\u2014one so off-kilter that it seems downright haunted itself. A small cult following, as opposed to widespread popularity, is probably apropos for something this rewardingly unusual. [A.A. Dowd<\/a><\/span>]<\/p>\n

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A skillfully executed slow-burn thriller for a cynical age, The Invitation<\/em> begins on an ominous note as bearded L.A. hipster Will (Logan Marshall-Green), in the midst of a petty argument with his girlfriend Kira (Emayatzy Corinealdi), hits a coyote with his car. Unwilling to let the poor injured creature suffer, Will fetches a tire iron from his trunk and quickly dispatches it just off camera. Shaken, he gets back into the car, and the couple continues on their way to a dinner party being thrown by Will\u2019s ex-wife Eden (Tammy Blanchard) and her new beau David (Michiel Huisman) at the stylish midcentury modern home Eden and Will used to share. Will hasn\u2019t seen his ex for two years, and is understandably anxious about their reunion. But everything, Kira assures him, will be fine. With this simple setup, director Karyn Kusama establishes the near-apocalyptic sense of dread that will dominate the rest of the film. [Katie Rife<\/span>]<\/p>\n

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Cinematic freak shows that actively attempt to court their own cult following have historically had a rough go; audiences tend to find charm in oddball projects blissfully unaware of their own camp appeal, rather than those that try to force it. Killer Klowns From Outer Space <\/em>(note the second \u201cK\u201d) wants very badly to be liked. Director Charles Chiodo and his brothers\u2014Edward and Stephen, with whom he cowrote the screenplay\u2014make no effort to obscure just how hard they\u2019re trying, and therein lies the enduring appeal of this bizarro horror-comedy. The Chiodos exhibit no self-awareness in pursuing the heights of weirdness\u2014they\u2019re not poseurs, they\u2019re big, sloppy dogs happily chasing the cult-object ball. The film is patently absurd, but the filmmakers are fully committed to that absurdity. It\u2019s hard not to respect. [Charles Bramseco<\/span>]<\/p>\n

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The cin\u00e9ma v\u00e9rit\u00e9 horror film\/mockumentary Paranormal Activity <\/em>paradoxically feels more like a sequel to The Blair Witch Project <\/em>than that film\u2019s actual sequel. Like an ideal follow-up, Paranormal Activity <\/em>takes the same basic premise\u2014amateur filmmaker documents own descent into paranoia and terror at the hands of sinister unseen forces\u2014in a bold new direction. Where Project<\/em> got a lot of mileage out of the archetypal campfire-story spookiness of the wilderness where its hapless filmmakers got lost, Paranormal Activity <\/em>derives much of its power from juxtaposing supernatural otherworldliness with the mundanity of the apartment where its action takes place. At best, Paranormal Activity <\/em>makes the banal and commonplace deeply unsettling. The film\u2019s resemblance to Blair Witch <\/em>extends to unknown lead actors who are realistic and convincing enough to come off as shrill and unpleasant. After all, people are seldom at their best when confronted by dark powers beyond their comprehension. [Nathan Rabin<\/span>]<\/p>\n

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Poltergeist<\/em> is a Spielberg film, no matter what the credits say. His stylistic fingerprints are all over the movie, never more so than in the opening third, which turns a suburban haunting into an occasion for Spielbergian movie magic before the ghosts get down to business. Even when things go awry, and a family loses its youngest to a spectral plane, the playful visual wit never ceases: Household objects dance harmoniously in the air, skeletons spring up like props in a Halloween spook-house, and tennis balls are tossed through the ghostly void. Maybe Poltergeist<\/em> really is a family film: Kids need to have nightmares about something<\/em>, after all, and Spielberg\u2019s dazzling contraption of a movie guarantees a safe landing. A real Tobe Hooper movie wouldn\u2019t offer such an assurance. [Scott Tobias<\/span>]<\/p>\n

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Lovers and genetic engineers, Sarah Polley and Adrien Brody play a childless couple in Splice<\/em>. That doesn\u2019t mean, however, that they\u2019ve never created life. As scientists, they can claim Fred and Ginger, two lab-grown specimens made from mixing material from several different animals. The creatures look a bit like what might happen if a slug devoured a turtle, but looks don\u2019t really matter in the world of corporate science<\/a>. Yet despite their success, Polley and Brody soon face a change of duties that will take their gene-splicing toys away. But not, that is, until they make one last go-for-broke creation that throws in a little human DNA just to see what happens. That Brody and Polley\u2019s characters are named Clive and Elsa should alert fans of old horror movies what sort of story they\u2019re in for, and director and co-writer Vincenzo Natali (best known for the microbudgeted cult favorite Cube<\/em>) doesn\u2019t let down those expecting a 21st<\/sup> century twist on Frankenstein<\/em>. He throws in elements of David Cronenberg\u2019s The Fly<\/em>, too, but ultimately Splice<\/em> owes as much to David Lynch\u2019s parenthood-inspired Eraserhead<\/em> as any other film. For all the gleaming technology<\/a> and echoes of cloning, stem cell research, and other contemporary issues, the horror here stems from the couple\u2019s attempts to keep a fragile, newborn creature alive and do right by her as she grows. [Keith Phipps<\/span>]<\/p>\n

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Stonehearst Asylum <\/em>is the kind of hothouse psychological thriller that frames itself around unexpected reveals, and it\u2019s hard to say much of substance about the movie without disclosing the first of its many plot twists. On his first night on the asylum grounds, intern Newgate (Jim Sturgess) discovers that the superintendent, Dr. Lamb (Ben Kingsley), the groundskeeper, Finn (David Thewlis), and the rest of the staff are actually patients who have deposed the asylum\u2019s real superintendent, Dr. Salt (Michael Caine), and imprisoned him along with his staff in dank basement cells. This is where the movie\u2019s source material, the Edgar Allan Poe short story \u201cThe System Of Doctor Tarr And Professor Fether,\u201d ends, but it\u2019s where Stonehearst <\/em>takes off, subverting genre expectations by turning the inmates into representatives of modernity. The presence of Kingsley\u2014as well as all the ornate cabinetry and shadowy atmosphere\u2014might suggest Shutter Island<\/em><\/a><\/span>, but the real referent appears to be Tod Browning\u2019s Freaks<\/em>, with its complicated mixture of fear and sympathy. [Ignatiy Vishnevetsky<\/span>]<\/p>\n

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There\u2019s a moment in Under The Shadow<\/em> where the heroine does something that people in haunted-house movies almost never do: She grabs her child and bolts straight out the front door. Recent additions to the genre have devised some clever justifications for keeping the characters planted, ranging from financial incentive<\/a><\/span> to house arrest<\/a><\/span> to the explanation that the haunters will simply follow the haunted to their new digs<\/a><\/span>. But Under The Shadow<\/em> cuts through all that noise, allowing its scared-witless protagonist to make a sensible break for it. Trouble is, this young mother lives in Tehran circa 1988, and in her instinctive dash for safety, she fails to cover her head with a hijab. Forget abandoning the haunted house. How many horror movies feature someone fleeing the unholy terror in their home, only to be arrested for not wearing proper attire in public? [A.A. Dowd<\/span>]<\/p>\n

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Unfriended<\/em>, a fiendishly clever fright flick, may be the most ingenious addition to the \u201chorror movies that present themselves as raw documentary footage\u201d genre since the original Paranormal Activity<\/em><\/a><\/span>. The film unfolds entirely within the frame lines of a teenage girl\u2019s laptop screen, its characters squeezed into the tiny boxes of a group video chat, its protagonist toggling frantically between various browsers as her evening web time becomes an online nightmare. There\u2019s some precedent for this premise\u2014last year\u2019s Open Windows<\/em><\/a><\/span> attempted something similar, as did the Joe Swanberg short in V\/H\/S<\/em><\/a><\/span>\u2014but the filmmakers here completely commit to their gimmick, turning its limitations into benefits and exploiting the chosen technology for maximum effect. In the process, they hit the refresh button on the entire found-footage format. [A.A. Dowd<\/span>]<\/p>\n

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There\u2019s been a burst of satanic panic-themed horror films over the past few years. From The Devil\u2019s Candy<\/em><\/span> to A Dark Song<\/em><\/span> to, well, Satanic Panic<\/em><\/span>, these movies play on the tropes and concepts that first came to national consciousness during the panic of the \u201980s, when a wave of sensationalist media<\/a> and conservative conspiracy theorists started pushing the idea that secret Satan-worshipping cults throughout the country were preying on America\u2019s youth. It was horseshit, of course, but the upside is that it\u2019s inspired some damn fine horror. And We Summon The Darkness<\/em> doesn\u2019t just embrace that source material: It gives it a soft, warm kiss, right before swiftly flicking its wrist and using the knife hidden in its sleeve to open up a vein and release an arterial spray of blood. We Summon The Darkness<\/em> is a solidly entertaining little horror-thriller with a sharp sense of humor and an effective balance of those two elements. Honestly, it\u2019s just smarter than most of its brethren, and never feels like it\u2019s having to flail or do something suspiciously over-the-top to hold your attention. If anything, it maintains an even keel where lesser horror-comedy attempts would descend into slapstick. In that sense, it borrows a page from Johnny Knoxville\u2019s even-keeled reverend, keeping his malevolent rage in check despite walking into his kitchen and seeing a murdered police officer lying in a pile of blood [Alex McLevy<\/span>]<\/p>\n

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What if the architects and accusers of the Salem witch trials had it right the whole time? What if the women of their community really were in league with the devil, conspiring in black of night and deep of woods? That\u2019s not technically the premise of the new satanic horror film The Witch<\/em>, which is set in 1630, more than half a century before a group of overzealous puritans put the mark of infamy on their Massachusetts seaport. Still, the events in Salem loom large over the events of the film, like the long shadows of gnarled tree branches. Subtitled \u201cA New England Folktale,\u201d The Witch<\/em> could be seen as an origin story of American fanaticism\u2014one of the many tall tales that might have inspired a group of young girls to start pointing fingers at their friends and neighbors. Just as easily, however, given the film\u2019s self-advertised stabs at historical accuracy, one could read this singular shocker as something even more disturbing: a kind of fright-flick answer to Arthur Miller\u2019s The Crucible<\/em>, presenting a revisionist national history in which true evil exists and religious hysteria is the proper response to it. [A.A. Dowd<\/span>]<\/p>\n

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