Is there a more distressing vision to torment your COVID lockdown dreams than a blocked toilet? Well, yes, if the blockage is caused by the bloody, half-dead body of a hairless, razor-toothed bat with what looks unsettlingly like an umbilical cord attached.
The weird and witchy Amulet — a narcotized fever dream with a slow build and a wild crescendo of demonic possession, body horror and sticky reproductive imagery — is probably not the behind-the-camera move that admirers of Romola Garai's acting work in British period pieces might have expected.
This elevated neo-gothic is executed with a firm hand and a beguiling imagination, its mysteries rooted in war, sexual violence and ancient evil.