When was the last time a movie got under your skin? Really unnerved you to the point that afterwards, you had to walk around the block or hug your dog? That’s the feeling that Lawrie Brewster’s Lord of Tears left me with. The Scottish film blends the classic Hammer sensibilities with strong storytelling and an atmosphere of thick dread not easily shaken off after it’s over. It’s a throwback horror film and I mean that in the best way possible – Lord of Tears relies on ambiance and shadows to frighten the audience, rather than gore that can be laughed away seconds later. The goal of the filmmakers was to create something different while paying homage to intellectual horror films of yore. The result is something genuinely special.
After the death of his mother, a bookish school teacher named James (Euan Douglas) inherits his family’s estate in Baldurrock. Strangely enough, although she bequeathed it to him, she asks that he never go there. James hasn’t been to the house since he was a child, when events took place that his memory has since repressed. Hoping to make sense of his mother’s request, James moves into Baldurrock House. There he begins to experience recurring nightmares of a man with a giant owl’s head and enormous talons. The owl speaks in esoteric riddles and rhyme – but is he trying to help James, or lead him to his destruction? READ MORE