snow melting, longer days, little
hints of green
popping up from the ground are all
small signs that, yes opposite from how it feels, winter will end.
The result is a trim, scrubbed work, as strange and distilled as a mid-1930s Tod Browning chiller, where the
smallest hint of sentimentality or whimsy (say, the girls dancing to a
pop song) is literally short - circuited and the mirror the heroine stares into in the final, closure - denying shot might have been pieced together from the same glass shards seen in the unnerving opening credits.