You know how you watch one indie movie on Netflix and the site only recommends you weird Daniel Radcliffe movies for the next six years? I sat down and watched one. It was pretty good. It's called Horns. Groovy Dusey score: 6.5.
Horns is advertised as a comedy-horror. As far as I can tell, it is neither. Instead, it's an introspective supernatural murder mystery thriller based on the book of the same name by Joe Hill, the son of Stephen King. There is nothing I would consider scary in the flick that wouldn't better be described as drama. The story includes several scenarios that conjure feelings of despair, betrayal, rejection, and anguish that are excellently emoted by the former face of Harry Potter. Only two minor criticisms of his masterful work here:
1. The action takes place in small town Washington state, but Daniel retains his English accent. I wasn't bothered, but once someone pointed it out, I couldn't unhear it.
2. I always forget how tiny of a person Daniel is and am constantly reminded by his interactions with the rest of the cast. I'm a fellow smol boy so I think I paid particular attention to it.
I hold some other minute gripes with the movie itself, to be revisited later.