This is horror that lives in the real world. The coven isn’t hiding in the woods; they’re hiding in plain sight, operating under the noses of a fractured, amoral society. If the original film’s power came from its visuals, the remake’s power comes from the body. Specifically, the body broken.
The climax is not a chase scene with a knife. It is a coven tribunal. It is a siphoning of souls. It is a ritual so bloody and cathartic that when the credits roll—with Thom Yorke’s haunting, lonely ballad—you realize you’ve just watched a funeral for an era of innocence. Is Suspiria (2018) better than Suspiria (1977)? That is the wrong question. One is a punk rock album. The other is a dirge for a broken world. suspiria -2018-
Tilda Swinton, in a triple role (including a startlingly prosthetic turn as the ancient, necrotic Mother Markos), anchors the film’s central argument: What does power look like when men are irrelevant? This is horror that lives in the real world
In 1977, Dario Argento painted with blood and neon. His Suspiria was a fairy tale for the eyes—a lurid, irrational nightmare where a thunderstorm turned to maggots and a blind pianist’s guide dog led a girl to her death. It was style as substance. Specifically, the body broken
