Something something, stabby stabby, bring on the bloody carnage.
The film opens with the half-human, half-Atlantean Arthur Curry (Jason Momoa) rescuing the crew of a Russian submarine from a raid by pirates. Dubbed “The Aquman” by news reports and social media, Arthur spends his time being a semi-reluctant, semi-responsible hero (he’s not exactly a people person).
You know the story by now. A nerdy, unassuming teenager gets bitten by a radioactive spider and develops super powers. They struggle with their place and identity, finally embracing the responsibility that comes with their powers, and work tirelessly to defend their city from threats both mundane and extraordinary. It’s a tale as old as time, or at least as old as comic books. Or is it?
Six years is a long time in many ways. For technology, it’s practically a century in terms of the innovations that can happen. For cinema, it’s almost as long sometimes, especially where a sequel is concerned. Wait too long, and you run the risk of the original losing relevancy.
Dario Argento’s original Suspiria from 1977 is widely and inarguably considered a classic of the horror genre, a lurid operetta of oversaturated color, creative death scenes, and nightmarish logic. It’s an unsettling waking dream that’s part personal impressionist painting, part universal fear.