The Hollywood model of sexual promiscuity meeting with horrific reprisal was first presented to me in the 1960 version of Where the Boys Are: tramps who “put out” deserve to be struck down by oncoming traffic. It figures that It Follows’ updated chastening procedure finds writer-director David Robert Mitchell cleverly swapping a mysterious STD for the speeding car and fashioning a heroine (Maika Monroe) whose survival hinges solely on an ability to pass it on through sexual intercourse. A concisely executed opening chill slowly melts, leaving a schizo sense of time (brightly-lit night exteriors?) and place (are we in Moscow or Mt. Vernon?), and long, wasted pans to take up the stylistic slack. The action switches to a bombed-out seaside hideaway at about the same time conventional spookery sets in. As for what’s harder to swallow, it’s a toss-up between an invisible ghost that can take a bullet and paying interminate tribute to the film music of John Carpenter. (2015) — Scott Marks
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