starring Maika Monroe, Keir Gilchrist, Daniel Zovatto, Jake Weary
written and directed by David Robert Mitchell
by Walter Chaw For me, David Robert Mitchell's The Myth of the American Sleepover occupies a space in recent nostalgia films alongside stuff like Adventureland or the theatrical cut of Donnie Darko. It properly identifies a certain period in adolescence as grand drama and surreal dreamscape--when everything takes on magnified import both romantic and Romanticist--and paints that world in rich, velvet strokes. Mitchell's follow-up, It Follows, exists in the same time and place, pools in the same crepuscular half-light of fading youth. It's a horror movie, it's true, and it has a bogey, sure, but what works about the film is that it's actually about a fear of experience as it progresses, inexorable and unstoppable. Its bad guy is time, should you survive--which is really, truly fucking terrifying.