In the right hands, cinema can be a highly effective psychological tool. It can provide a window into not necessarily objective reality, but reality as interpreted by a specific person’s perspective. This is why a lot of dream narrative films by David Lynch and even Ari Aster can trip some audiences up, because what they offer isn’t the real world but a delusion of it, where everyone is in actuality just a manifestation of a certain facet of one character’s psyche. It’s one of the main reasons why I love psychological thrillers, or really just psychological art in general… and it’s also one of the reasons why this particular feature so phenomenally let me down.
