A lot of commentary on the indie horror film has framed it as a meditation on Gen Z’s fear of commitment. But it has far more interesting things to say about coercion and freedom.
Robert Eggers’s film reminds us that much of what presents itself as common sense is just a contingent arrangement, one form of folklore instead of another.
Wes Craven says there are two types of horror stories: either the monster is out there, or the monster is us. Jennifer Kent's film has the moral imagination to tell both simultaneously.
Is exaggerated violence in Passion plays merely a product of our baser
natures? Or does the savagery actually have a proper place in the
crucifixion's meaning?