The man decided to move to a secluded forest house, where they face strange paths and events in this strange region. One day, the wondrous father is perplexed by his strange behavior, which grows every day. It seems that this girl's sock may have to do with a burial near this area.
These problems are what make The New Daughter creep along like a real ant. It's barely engaging, tough to watch at times, and straight-up boring. If anything, Daughter feels like a made-for-TV movie that would eventually hit SyFy or get dumped on DVD.
The film's riffs on the fear fathers have of teenage daughters' mood swings are its only strength, but Berdejo is too timid to actually examine all the ramifications thereof.
It's far from perfect, but The New Daughter is elegantly crafted (cinematography by Checco Varese is gorgeous) and mindful of tension, not just splatter, sneaking around pleasingly.
Unfortunately for all of the good work, like the good-looking cinematography, and Costner's performance, it doesn't quite land the punch it needs to stand out as one of the better horrors of recent years.
If they had dropped The New Daughter title, took Costner's mug off the one sheet and just called it The Mound they actually might have had a modest hit.
