Director: Peter Strickland
Year Released: 2018
Or, The Witches of Selfridges. A single mother (Marianne Jean-Baptiste) - who lives with her ungrateful son - returns to the dating world wearing a new red dress that was modeled by a woman who died and the article of clothing appears to be possessed; half-way through the movie, the dress is worn by a gawky appliance repairman (Leo Bill) during a stag party (with not so sexy results!). Not only is the movie shifting to a second storyline midway through jarring, it's pretty needlessly cruel (when it isn't just campy): it's way too easy to torture two rather pathetic individuals. I get the influence of European schlock horror from the 70's (hello Argento), which does make it visually distinctive, but it needed to be either a lot scarier or a lot funnier.