Miss. Moving pictures

The Craft (1996) Directed: Andrew Fleming

Oh, to spend an afternoon in the world of The Craft, where the air feels heavy with secrets and every girl seems to hold a little magic of her own. There’s something so wonderfully strange about the black lace, the messy eyeliner, the whispered incantations and that unmistakable 90s witchy feeling. A little dark, a little dreamy, and utterly spellbinding.

What I love most about The Craft is how it makes the world feel just a little more mysterious. There’s magic hidden in the everyday, in whispered secrets, darkened bedrooms, and the feeling that something unseen is always at work. It’s a little eerie, a little rebellious, and beautifully wrapped in that unmistakable 90s witchy charm.

The Silence of the lambs (1991) Directed: Jonathan Demme

The Silence of the Lambs feels like stepping into a nightmare that is far too fascinating to look away from. The quiet conversations! The cold, unsettling atmosphere! The way every glance and every word seems to hide something darker beneath the surface. It’s haunting, deeply psychological, and utterly mesmerising, the kind of film that stays with you long after the screen goes black.

But underneath all the unsettling mystery of The Silence of the Lambs, there is something rather fascinating about the human mind and the darkness it can hold. The quiet tension, the chilling conversations, and Clarice’s determination to look directly at what most people would rather turn away from. Everything feels like a dreadful little puzzle, with each piece revealing something more disturbing than the last. Unnerving and strangely hypnotic, which is probably why I find it so fascinating.

Recommendation!

Se7en (1995) Directed: David Fincher

There is something so wonderfully unsettling about Se7en. It feels like wandering through a city where the rain never quite stops, the streets hold a thousand secrets, and something dreadful is always waiting just around the corner. The dimly lit rooms, the endless grey skies, the little clues scattered everywhere. Everything feels like a nightmare you’ve somehow stumbled into by accident. Bleak and haunting and terribly human, which is probably why I find it so fascinating.

The little clues, unsettling encounters and carefully planned rituals make Se7en feel terribly alive, even in its darkest moments. Somerset and Mills move through a city that seems to be slowly rotting beneath the surface, where every discovery leads somewhere more disturbing than the last. It is bleak, deeply unsettling and strangely hypnotic, like catching a glimpse of the worst parts of humanity and being unable to look away. A little grim, a little haunting, and impossible to forget.