El Quejío

The scouts

Horror-through-parental-anxiety is safe enough that it barely registers as subversive, and the nocturnal-entity premise doesn't bend the genre so much as genuflect to it—fine craft, wrong scout.

A disciplined exercise in domestic dread that understands its lineage to folk horror and psychological terror; the restraint suggests a filmmaker conversant with tradition, even if the film itself doesn't argue back against it.

Three minutes of first-time parenthood + supernatural pressure is lean enough to live or die on a single choice—whether sound design, editing rhythm, or performance isolation—and Romero seems to know exactly which one carries the weight.