“The Hour of the Wolf is the hour between darkness and dawn… When demons are at their most powerful,” explains Ingmar Bergman, whose only out-and-out horror movie posits a painter eaten alive by his own (artistic) demons on a remote island.

Psychological, chimerical, guaranteed to fuck your mind all ways up, Hour Of The Wolf might just be the most intelligent, subtle horror film ever made.

“Everything has to be insinuated,” Bergman scribbled in his notebook while prepping Wolf. “Nothing must be emphasised, nothing unravelled.”

Argh! Meet the 216-year-old woman with the floppy hat and the detachable face...

Remake rights: David Lynch. And only David Lynch.