Horror that weaves itself in the fabric

Rating: Null/10 (10 November 2015)

Horror is illusion that unfolds in space, mind itself. Nothing else needs said, much less a whole story of explanations.
This was Halloween for me. It wasn't a story about this masked killer, how he's an embodiment of evil or all of the other things Loomis run around announcing to us. Loomis was merely the carnival barker - a PT Barnum - ushering us in the tent, grooming the encounter. It was the place you could inhabit from which horror sprang, a sleepy suburbia with kids dashing by on Halloween night and livingrooms dimly lit by TV.
And so it is here. There's a story here about a presence that attaches itself to people but it matters little. We have almost no mythos, no real explanations of particulars, the thing somehow exists and is passed on sexually. (I'm sure that will be one for sequels to ruin by explaining)
The rest is in being in that place, a quiet suburbia much like Carpenter's with the big houses and nicely kept lawn that shrieks can pierce. It's in the thing that will just lunge at you again and again until it gets you, taking any shape. In the running up and down houses that spills out into quiet suburban streets.
Everything you need to know is in the very first scene; a girl runs out of the house screaming on an afternoon, an ordinary day. The street is empty save for a neighbor unloading his shopping bags from a car, who asks is she OK. We have seen nothing, but something has scared her out of her wits.
We get a few silly popup moments that mar the effect, but the whole is cool, embodied in space, present. Something has insinuated itself in the fabric of things and occupies bodies that create encounters. My favorite of those is when an inexplicably tall man enters through a door, a chilling moment because of how it throws our footing in a solid reality asunder.
And if the world is a remarkable thing, it is not because we see the meaning of it at first and can point to it as something we can explain but on the strength of its chance occurrences and paradoxes.