Rebecca review, Culture Whisper
In Rebecca, the Manderley estate is a haunted house without a ghost. Well, no physical ghost.
It’s a strange coincidence that, in the last few months, Netflix has inadvertently captured the uneasy consciousness of lockdown. Both Charlie Kaufman's surreal romance I’m Thinking of Ending Things and Mike Flanagan's horror series The Haunting of Bly Manor feature isolated houses stuffed with dreams, memories, and buried anguish.
In Ben Wheatley's new adaptation of Daphne du Maurier’s 1938 novel, coming 80 years after the lauded Hitchcock version, Manderley exudes much of the same.
