An unavoidable sense of dread powers David Robert Mitchell’s remarkable sophomore feature It Follows. A careful deconstruction of the teen slasher genre as well as a powerful allegory to the fear of sexual disease, of aging, of dying and most of all – the absolute powerlessness to stop it, It Follows is the best kind of horror: the one less concerned with the monster hunting you but more so with the cognizant knowledge that it’s out there somewhere lurking. It’s ostensibly a horror film about waiting – and how people pass the time until the boogeyman claims them. It’s terrifying because there are no answers or solutions, no spells or third-act heroes, no way to defeat the monster, no exit… But most surprisingly of all – for a movie about the hopelessness of living and the pains of consciousness, it’s never morose or nihilistic. In fact – the opposite is true. Hit the jump, for more.