Perfection is an elusive thing. Critics like to reduce films, good and bad, to a shortlist of buzzwords like "character" or "plot" or "cinematography," but the truth is that the ideal movie is always changing. That special something that makes
It Follows the perfect movie for right here, right now, didn't just jump out and attack me. Throughout the film I thought I sensed it, but I wasn't sure if it was real. It stalked me home from the theater. It kept me awake at night. It simply would not go away no matter how hard I tried to shrug it off. With every lurid, scintillating shock scare, every development in its modest teenage soap opera, I felt like I was experiencing something I had always wanted but never been able to...
