So, I walked into Oddity expecting your usual creepy haunted house fare. You know the drill—squeaky floors, flickering lights, one suspiciously well-timed thunderclap. But no, Oddity said, “Hold my ghost.”
It starts off smooth—like, too smooth. You’re lulled into this eerie, calm-before-the-storm kind of vibe, the kind where you know things are going to go off the rails… but not how. And then—BAM! Wife is murdered in her own home.
Her husband, who conveniently works at a psychiatric hospital (because no horror movie is complete without one), is away at the time.
Fast forward to next year- on the anniversary of her death, her blind twin sister, Darcy, comes to visit. Oh, and she’s visiting her dead sister’s husband—sorry, widower—and his new girlfriend. Tense much?
So in moves the dead woman’s blind twin sister. Yes, you read that right. Blind. Twin. Sister. Cue the plot thickening faster than your grandma’s custard.
From there, things unravel like a possessed ball of yarn. Creepy sounds? Check. Strange occurrences? Check. A mannequin that deserves its own Oscar? DOUBLE CHECK. Every scene is like peeling an onion, except instead of crying from the fumes, you’re weeping from the sheer brilliance—and maybe a little fear.
And the reveals? Oh boy. The film slow burns its way through twists and turns with the precision of a Swiss watch and the emotional chaos of a Taylor Swift breakup album. You think you’ve figured it out. You haven’t. You never do.
By the time the movie ends, you’re sitting there with this weird little grin on your face, like, “Wait… was that terrifying and oddly satisfying?” Yes. Yes, it was. You feel both unsettled and smug. Like you survived a psychological escape room and earned a badge for emotional damage.
In conclusion: Oddity is what happens when a horror movie and an existential crisis throw a dinner party and forget to invite sanity. It’s clever, chilling, and just the right amount of bonkers. Watch it with the lights on. Or off, if you’re brave (or foolish). Either way—prepare for a wild, twisted ride.
⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️½ — One mannequin short of perfection.
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