That struggle sets up a rather obvious twist, which then corkscrews into a more novel twist, ultimately laying the groundwork for the implicitly promised sequel. Sure, sure, but why aren’t there more fight scenes in the water? Couldn’t there have been punchier dialogue, and maybe some more dancing and less exposition? When someone we care about dies unexpectedly in something like a car crash, it fractures reality, an idea that horror has leaned into for years. There’s a whole subgenre, especially lately, of what could be called “Grief Horror.” Still, Barfoot avoids the traps of this classification by valuing imagery over explanation, leading to a film that might confuse some people but haunt them nonetheless.