This isn’t really a mini-review, but I saw The Babadook (2014) again for the first time in years. I don’t quite remember my take back then, but I really liked it now, probably one of the best representation of grief on screen that I’ve seen, blending the imaginary with the real to show how utterly destructive and annihilating unchecked emotions can be… and a poignant final message that sets it apart from others in the genre.
Beautifully done.
Coincidentally, as I post this, I realize I saw it on the 23rd, meaning it was seven months to the day since Dad left us. Seems oddly fitting…