Sara Dunsmore

Possum is beautifully bleak and incredibly upsetting in the best of ways. It’s a slow burn, but very much worth it, as it managed to keep me (someone with the attention span of a goldfish) intrigued enough to watch the whole way through. The way it portrays trauma and Phillip’s own psyche is intensely unsettling, and steadily manages to build a web of nightmarish symbolism as the movie builds. The acting is especially fantastic- Sean Harris is able to play an entire scene with his facial expressions alone. The movie’s climax nearly made me nauseous, but not through the use of jumpscares or gore- it doesn’t need those to pull off it’s perfect, enigmatic vileness. I know this whole review probably sounds pretentious, but in the end, Possum is a movie that will linger with you. It holds onto you like a disease, from its slow, uncomfortable silences, to the wonderfully intentional dialogue that’s so awkward, uncanny and obtuse it feels nigh on inhuman, to its fantastically disgusting ending. It is the epitome of uncanny valley, and I could not recommend it more.