The film revolves around a girl who works as a nurse named Laila and is assigned to care for a secluded elder author (Paula Printis), the best-selling author of Ghost Stories. Within a short time, Lily begins living in this man's house as she believes that the couple are not completely alone and that the house bears a terrible ghost story.
A boring and pretentious movie -something that when you do it well helps you to go further, but when you fail it makes everything negative stand out even more. [Full review in Spanish]
Can a horror movie get by on nothing but atmosphere, on the the je ne sais quoi of its unsettling mood? I Am The Pretty Thing That Lives In The House suggests that maybe it can.
I Am the Pretty Thing That Lives in the House is, at times, as laborious as its title implies, filled with long, sustained silences and ponderous pontifications with opaque implications. What props the film up is Perkins' masterful command of atmosphere.
... even if the narrative doesn't break any boundaries in its rather serviceable story, it still ultimately makes for an interesting enough late night Netflix escape.
Wilson delivers a hardworking performance that nonetheless can't render a familiar character type fascinating enough in a vacuum, with so little support in the writing.
I Am The Pretty Thing That Lives In The House is a slow-burn with a wonky structure, working backwards in a way that unfortunately mars any possible tension.
It's a difficult film to love then, but it is beautifully made and boasts a superb central performance. There are wonderful chills to be found in the chilliness.
An atmospheric take on the haunted house flick that works more with dread and the looming specter of death than the traditional tropes that often define the genre.
