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Review: In the chilling thriller 'Longlegs,' Maika Monroe cuts like a knife

A chilling, half-remembered encounter from childhood looms over ā€œLonglegs,ā€ Osgood Perkinsā€™ stylishly composed 1990s-set horror film about a young FBI agent (Maika Monroe) whose past seems to hold a key to a decades-long serial killer suburban spree.
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This image released by Neon shows Maika Monroe in a scene from "Longlegs." (Neon via AP)

A chilling, half-remembered encounter from childhood looms over ā€œLonglegs,ā€ Osgood Perkinsā€™ stylishly composed 1990s-set horror about a young FBI agent (Maika Monroe) whose past seems to hold a key to a decades-long serial killer suburban spree.

In the opening flashback scene of ā€œLonglegs,ā€ a young girl walks out of her house to meet a stranger on her snow-covered yard. We never see more than the bottom half of his face, but the sense of creepiness is overwhelming. The image, with a scream, cuts out before ā€œLonglegsā€ properly gets underway.

Twenty five years later, that girl (Monroeā€™s Lee Harker) is now grown and brought into the investigation. Sheā€™s preternaturally good at decoding the serial killerā€™s choreographed targets, but her psychological astuteness has a blind spot. In Osgoodā€™s gripping if trite horror film about an elusive boogeyman, the most unnerving mystery is the foggy, fractured nature of childhood memory.

ā€œLonglegs,ā€ which opens in theaters Thursday, is arriving on its own wave of mystery thanks to a lengthy, enigmatic marketing campaign. Is the buzz warranted? That may depend on your tolerance for a very serious procedural thatā€™s extremely adept at building an ominous slow burn yet nevertheless leads to a pile-up of horror tropes: satanic worship, scary dolls and an outlandish

Itā€™s a credit to the harrowingly spell-binding first half of ā€œLonglegsā€ ā€” and to Monroe ā€” that the film's third act disappoints. After that prologue ā€“ presented in a boxy ratio with rounded edges, as if seen through an overhead projector ā€” the screen widens. Harker, a terse, solitary detective, is part of a large task force to track down the killer behind the deaths of 10 families over the course of 30 years. Sent to knock on doors, she gazes up at a second floor window and knows immediately. ā€œItā€™s that one,ā€ she tells a partner (Dakota Daulby) whose lack of faith in her intuition quickly proves regrettable.

Harker is brought in for a psych evaluation that demonstrates her strange clairvoyance. Agent Carter (Blair Underwood) gives her all the accumulated evidence, which suggests the same killer ā€” every murder scene has a coded letter left signed by Longlegs ā€” but at the time points to no intruder within the homes of the murdered. Carter is reminded of Charles Manson. ā€œManson had accomplices,ā€ Harker reminds him. Also troubling: all of the victims have a daughter with a birthday of the 14th of the month, a trait Harker, naturally, shares.

Families are prominent in the narrative, too. Harker occasionally visits her shut-in mother (Alicia Witt) and their brief interactions suggest a knowingness with the cruelty of the world. One time on the phone, Harker tells her she's been busy with ā€œworks stuff.ā€

ā€œNasty stuff?ā€ the mom asks. ā€œYep,ā€ she answers.

Scenes of dread follow as they hunt the killer in rural Oregon. They frequent the usual spots: an old crime scene, a locked up barn, an old witness in a psychiatric hospital. Longlegs (Cage) is skulking about, too, and leaves a letter for Harker. We see him fleetingly at first. Heā€™s a bleached, pale figure who, with long white hair, looks increasingly clownish the nearer we get to him. If Manson belonged to the ā€™60s, Longlegs, with his , seems a product more in the ā€˜70s. T.Rex opens and closes the film and the album cover of Lou Reedā€™s ā€œTransformerā€ sits above his mirror.

Perkins (ā€œGretel & Hanselā€), is the filmmaking son of Anthony Perkins, who famously played one of the moviesā€™ most unsettling characters in Norman Bates of ā€œPsycho.ā€ The roots of ā€œLonglegs,ā€ which Perkins also wrote, have personal connections for the director, Perkins has said, about his own upbringing and his fatherā€™s complicated private life. But something deeper struggles to pierce ā€œLonglegs." Its sense of horror seems to come mainly from little besides other movies. ā€œSe7enā€ and ā€œThe Silence of the Lambsā€ are clear touchstones. Longlegs ultimately feels like more of a stock boogeyman and big-screen vessel for Cage.

In any case, this is Monroeā€™s movie. Her compelling screen presence in movies like ā€œIt Followsā€ and has earned her the title of todayā€™s preeminent ā€œScream Queen.ā€ But sheā€™s much more than a single-genre talent. Again and again in ā€œLonglegs,ā€ Monroeā€™s Harker confronts a singularly disturbing scenario and walks right in. Itā€™s not that she isnā€™t nervous; her heavy breathing is part of the artful sound design by Eugenio Battaglia. Monroe, steely and strong, cuts like a knife through this almost cartoonishly severe film. Nasty stuff? Yep.

ā€œLonglegs,ā€ a Neon release, is rated R by the Motion Picture Association for bloody violence, disturbing images and some language. Running time: 101 minutes. Two and a half stars out of four.

Jake Coyle, The Associated Press