O Papel de Parede Amarelo

I usually stay away from horror films, but this one depicted insanity in a remarkable way. Beautifully shot in an authentic setting Alexandra Loreth shines as a tragic figure in a downward spiral fixated on wallpaper. The opening scene is so shocking I won't describe it here, but it was well-played and gut-renching all at once. The movie is a little slow, but well-directed.

I really enjoyed the premise of the story but my god the leading actress cannot act, she was dead like reading from a teleprompter. But I think movie revealed what it is like to go crazy especially during this time. Main character was suffering from postpartum, stuck in her mind, obsessing over minutia, unable to bond with her baby. It was pretty scary. I enjoyed the period costume and the lackluster home, devoid of comfort, bed in middle of room with windows always exposing, and the abundance of chipped paint. Silent tears of pain in exchange of screaming. I think the best acting came from the head servant who always had a look of dismay and disgust on her face. The other maid, didn't really have the look to fit in this movie.

Lush exteriors, austere interiors, and the creepy music and sound set the scene. This treatment of the source material makes you wonder if we've progressed much since then about how we care for women who are suffering. Excellent work by everyone in front of and behind the camera.

Not sure what I expected from a gothic feminist horror film. Is A Girl Walks Home Alone at Night or Suspiria (both versions) also feminist horror?

The Yellow Wallpaper intrigued me, and after I finished, I read the original text on which it's based. Both are great, but for different reasons. The film abides by the emotion and spirit of the novella but takes on modern interpretations. I can't say what because it might give parts away.

The foreboding house and creepiness of the situation got under my skin, and I couldn't help but watch the ending in horror. Or maybe it was the tense soundtrack. I wished some scenes were shorter, but I think that of every movie I've watched (including Dune) in the last year, chalking that up to Covid isolation. But, oh hell, I think I'll watch it again with my wife.

A stark and chilling account of mental illness that portrays the ways in which women of the 19th century were dismissed as hysterical when enduring postpartum depression. Staying true to the original story penned by Charlotte Perkins Gilman in 1890, the film features a riveting performance by lead actor, Alexandra Loreth (in her feature film debut), with stunning visual storytelling by director, Kevin Pontuti. A mood and atmosphere that lingers long after the credits have stopped rolling.