Even though the festivities of spooky season have sadly come to an end, that doesn’t mean we can’t enjoy a few themed events here and there. I mourned the end of my spooky season by binge watching the much talked about Netflix series, Haunting at Hill House. I have to admit that I am so glad that I did. From the very first episode of this stylized, gothic-esque series, I was completely hooked.
Cinematically, this series was absolutely beautiful. Every shot looked like a painting. The house itself was gorgeous, although looked like it belonged to the opening credits of Scooby Doo. The sculptures littered throughout the house added to the eeriness. In the daytime, they made the house feel like it was an extension of the National Gallery of Art. But at night, the statues took on a life of their own, almost as if they were ghosts themselves.
Speaking of the ghosts of this series, they were terrifying. The decayed features and white eyes startled me many times to say the least. But more than a good jump scare, it was sad. Being there but not truly seen would be a haunting fate for anyone.
Besides ghosts, the family coping with a suicide was the most compelling aspect of this show for me. As someone who had a family member commit suicide, I thought the show runners handled it extremely well. It is a never ending process. A cycle filled with guilt and anger and hopelessness and then finally peace. The final episode brought me to tears. It so perfectly concluded what it is to move on from a tragedy. The acting was superb by the entire ensemble.
It has been a long time since I have been able to watch a show all the way through in one sitting but the Haunting at Hill House was so compelling I needed to see it through. I highly recommend taking the time to watch it!