You're not the babysitter?

The homeboy Matty and I got to the Angelika (you know, the one where you convince yourself that the subway rumbling just adds to the atmosphere) right as it was opening today to catch Ti West's The House of the Devil, an 80s-set Satan movie that burns slow and delivers throughout. I was kind of wary because I've been burned in the past few years by horror movies seemingly recommended simply because they are not torture porn (see Bug) (actually, don't ever see Bug, it's terrible), but this isn't that. This is beautifully paced, lovingly rendered horror, with good acting (Tom Noonan should be in everything and Jocelin Donahue is a silly and likeable) and a solid payoff. See that shit.