I put on @'s new Netflix miniseries The Haunting of Hill House expecting a solid, slow-burn chiller consistent with the remarkable quality of his movies (Absentia, Gerald's Game and, yes, Ouija: Origin of Evil). And while it certainly scared the hell out of me, it more surprisingly left me in tears by the time credits rolled on its final episode.
A very, VERY loose adaptation of the Shirley Jackson novel, The Haunting of Hill House follows the Crain family from their catastrophic summer stay at the eponymous mansion through their personal struggles with control, intimacy and addiction two decades later. It's as much about the psychological effects of trauma and loss as it is about--very creative--ghosts and spectres.
Mike Flanagan continues his track record of crafting flawed but ultimately sympathetic characters, then putting them through utter hell, and though the plot flits back and forth and time it never feels confusing thanks to smart editing (episode 6 deserves Emmys across the board for all of the above reasons). The cast is stellar, with Kate Siegel, Oliver Jackson-Cohen and Timothy Hutton giving standout performances.
If you want to celebrate Halloween and also have your heart ripped out, watch The Haunting of Hill House on Netflix.