
What if the reason everyone is acting so strangely is the reason we all suspected? What if the demon we're confronting is just the very human inability to let go. The inability to cede the world in its natural cycle of renewal.
What if the retardation of the natural order was made physical? If the sacrifice of the best years of our lives and of our children were made tangible?
And what if the demon was actually very human. Human enough to inspire kindness and empathy and pity?
Before I saw this film, I said to my friend that the best horror movies are the ones that capture a recognizable and persistent existential dread.
Weapons lets the dread seep into you - like waking up on a bad day, in a bad month, in the current era.
And then it shows you why.