The big problem with The Little Stranger
Everyone loves a well-told ghost story. The Little Stranger, an adaptation of the novel by Sarah Waters, is a lowkey, Freudian take on the time-worn haunted house story. Yet it's also a perverse love letter to a decaying aristocracy which demonises ordinary people who don't know their place. The characterisation of Domhnall Gleeson's repressed protagonist Dr Faraday, along with some telling contextual cues, sour what is otherwise an excellent film. Though The Little Stranger is bound to disappoint anyone looking for a traditional horror movie, its character-driven narrative and scaled-back scares are reminiscent of the best of A24 era horror. Yet politically, the film feels far from progressive. The spectre at its heart is not the restless spirit of Sukey Ayres, the dead child suspected to be behind the strange goings on at Hundreds Hall, but middle class jealousy. Metaphorically at least, self-made men like Dr Faraday wipe out their aristocratic betters throug