Hugh Grant is terrifying in his horror-movie debut as a religion-obsessed nutjob
Heretic
Starring Hugh Grant, Chloe East & Sophie Thatcher
Directed by Scott Black & Bryan Woods
Rated R
In theaters Friday, Nov. 8
A pair of earnest young Mormon missionaries gets converted to terror when they come across a strange man who tries to malevolently dismantle their faith. Hugh Grant is a horror-show hoot as the suave psychopath who traps them in a fateful game of choices, setting up a series of diabolical challenges and methodically deconstructing almost everything they once believed as truth.
A24, the studio that brought us such superb freakouts as Men, Lamb, Hereditary, Midsommar and The Witch, delivers another mind-warping detour into something unfathomably unsettling as Grant’s character—known as Mr. Reed—reveals himself as a culturally literate, religion-obsessed psychopath, trying to lead the women to “the one true religion.” And those two missionaries clearly aren’t the first to get caught in his lair…
The unsuspecting proselytizers—both of whom turn out to be more resourceful that they initially seem— are aptly played by Chole East (she was the teen crush in The Fablemans) and Sophie Thatcher (from TV’s Yellowjackets). Grant, of course, is British romcom royalty (Four Weddings and a Funeral, Sense and Sensibility, Bridget Jones’ Diary, Notting Hill), and now a new ringmaster of creepiness. This is his first bona fide horror flick (no, I’m not counting The Lair of the White Worm, back in 1988), and he kills it as Reed’s suave, smooth, mild-mannered monstrousness unfolds with stabs of highly erudite Brit-wit humor.
Heretic is an intellectually prickly maze of a movie; its tagline is “Question Everything”— like the wooden tabletop puzzle box that hints that what we’re witnessing might be, indeed, manipulation and trickery on an even cosmic scale. The word itself stems from heresy, which means opinions contrary to orthodox religious thought. Organized religion has always looked unfavorably on heresy and heretics, which undermine the “truths” and tenets on which cathedrals, temples and mosques—and empires—are built.
The film not only dissects and dissembles religion, but takes on human existence itself, mixing in ponderables about time, prayer, prophecy, polygamy, psychology, afterlife, miracles, choices, control, board games, hope and how ideas, ideologies and even music are all just “iterations” of things that came before. (Radiohead, Lana Del Rey and Air Supply, here’s looking at you.) How do condoms, porn, Mormon “magic underwear,” butterflies and blueberry pie all figure into the plot?
You’ll find out in this impressively heady “haunted house” movie, which nods to some classic tropes while shaping everything into its own psychologically twisty Mobius Strip, where knowledge only leads to more questions. “The more you know, the less you know” Reed tells the missionaries—and believe me, that’s no comfort for them to hear.
I don’t want to spoil the surprises of Heretic, so maybe the less you know is the way to go. It’s a hellishly wild plunge into raging, slow-burn craziness—and a parable for our current age of misinformation, mistruths and outright lies in high places. There’s some spurting blood and a bit of viscera, yes, but it’s certainly no Saw; it’s smarter and more deviously disturbing than that. A white-knuckle ride that ratchets up the tension with every scene, minute by minute, it’s like a theology master class taught by a madman. It will get under your skin and into your head and stay there after it’s over.
And now, if you ever knock on a door and Hugh Grant answers, with the scent of blueberry pie wafting through the house, you might want to think twice about coming inside.
—Neil Pond
The Media Tourist 