Still Waters Run Deep

The scouts

Folk-horror couples-trip-gone-wrong feels like it's been done to death, but Wanstall's commitment to the surreal tonal shift—letting the nightmare logic actually *win*—is genuinely disorienting in a way most genre films are too chickenshit to attempt.

A disciplined descent that understands its debts to British folk cinema and slow-burn psychological tradition; the formal restraint in pacing and the measured visual language show a director aware of where this lineage lives.

There's a single sound design choice—the way the ambient becomes almost *tactile* as the horror sets in—that transforms what could be a familiar premise into something genuinely claustrophobic; that's where the real filmmaking lives.