The Mad Shagger

The scouts

The curse-as-MacGuffin thing is a tired move, but Lyons seems genuinely uninterested in explaining it—which is either bold or frustrating, and I'm still deciding which.

A formally disciplined descent into folk-horror territory that understands the power of withholding; the search structure gives it the rigor of classical narrative while the mythic register keeps it from settling into genre comfort.

That moment where the search pivots and we realize what we're actually watching—Lyons commits fully to the tonal shift without ever signposting it, and it's the kind of directorial restraint that redefines the whole film.