1922 (Zak Hilditch, 2017)

Based on a Stephen King novella about a poor farmer who kills his wife for the land she owns, 1922's setting is essentially the same sepia world of grime and punishment as the recent Mudbound, albeit that with King behind it, the consequences of evil actions are even more severe. An almost unrecognisably craggy and drawling Thomas Jane proves for once that he has real acting chops as his guilt-ridden son runs away and Jane is left to disintegrate slowly, haunted by visions and rats which may only partially exist outside his fevered mind. Not cheery stuff, then, and it doesn't really go anywhere we haven't been before, but the foreboding mood is at least effectively generated.

5/10