Not enough Julianne Moore.

Mostly a riff on Silence of the Lambs, Se7en, and Zodiac, with some Satanic panic evil spirit stuff mixed in. Doesn't transcend any of the films it's paying homage to, but it does it well enough to deserve some of the praise it's receiving. Perkins has solid control over the aesthetics and unsettling atmosphere, and I had a blast seeing this in a theatre. Monroe and Cage are both strong. I liked what Cage was doing, even if it doesn't…
Like stumbling across a pot of gold in a field. The 60s blues revival, largely propelled by white beatnik/hippies, leading to an inevitable wave of straight faced appropriations and rip offs, was such a strange place in 60s pop culture. This is such a gem of a cultural document of this weird scene in time, by way of a beautifully abstract and authentic documentary film, casually shot by someone who seems to have a fetish for feet close-ups. Tons of great performances here.