It’s rare that a horror movie is beautiful. Let the Right One In (2008) is a beautiful horror movie. So is Justin P. Lange’s The Dark (2018).
It’s the story of teenage revenant Mina (Nadia Alexander), who’s been dead long enough for local legend to have named her hunting ground Devil’s Den and for this name to appear on the kinds of maps that tourists buy at gas stations. Less well remembered are all the small details about the chronic abuse that she suffered in life and the heartbreaking circumstances surrounding her murder. She subsists in perfect supernatural stasis, neither healing from the wounds that killed her nor undergoing decomposition, unable to eat except for the raw dead flesh that the steady-ish stream of the curious provides her.
One of the living who wanders too close is Alex (Toby Nichols), himself a kidnapping victim who has been horribly abused and blinded by his captor (Karl Markovics). His helplessness awakens compassion in Mina. Over the course of the movie, she becomes his protector.
She also learns that love can restore her to life. Not the act of receiving it. The act of giving it. And not the love that holds on. The love that lets go.