• If I had to sum up this film in one word, that word would be:


    I thought The Room, Dangerous Men, The Holy Mountain, Psyched by the 4D Witch, The Creeping Terror, and that one where there is inexplicable lactation fetish throughout the film (Visitor Q)...I thought they had prepared me for anything. But then I finally got my hands on a copy of Hausu.

    There is what can be described as a plot, so that's something to cling to. Because once this film gets underway it casts you adrift with rapidly changing scenes that make no sense, clipped together at shutter like speed.

    Did someone turn into a pile of bananas? The cat? Like seriously, pretty much everything about the cat can be questioned in any way. Why aren't we throwing spoons at the screen, every time the step mum's scarf enters a scene?

    In some ways, as others have said, it's a classic (or what has become classic) teen slasher flick in a haunted house. But there is nothing else that can really prepare or describe this film.

    As a meme once said:

    "Thanks, I hate it"