I was wary of including a classic in my horror-a-thon, but this is meant to be a list of films I’ve not yet seen, and this was one of my more forgivable exclusions.
Everyone has said that Don’t Look Now is one of the seminal British horror films, one to be studied, perhaps in no part due to director Nicolas Roeg’s past as a cinematographer. It’s a shame it doesn’t jar with the rest of his career’s reception (despite later helming The Man Who Fell to Earth and The Witches). Why is he still not celebrated?
Despite that, I watched Don’t Look Now unbiased. To someone who was born well after the film’s release, there are elements of its time that seem dated because it was so stylised for its time: the score, the hair, the clothing, the long shots, the sex scenes – now, we’re so used to fast cuts, matte foundation and more flatteringly lit romps that it’s obviously jarring.
That aside, it’s a creepy psychological drama with masterful editing and its ending, while shocking at the time, seems more to me to shed a light on how powerful the blindness of grief can be. That’s something to which all generations can relate, ’70s perm or no ’70s perm.