Nyctophobia

Seayoon Jeong's Nyctophobia is not just another indie horror experiment - it's a precise, slow-burning exploration of fear, memory, and the fragile boundary between reality and hallucination. Anchored by a minimalist yet haunting atmosphere, the film delivers a chilling experience that proves style and substance can thrive even in confined spaces.

The title, which refers to an intense fear of the dark, sets the stage for a narrative built almost entirely on psychological unease rather than cheap jump scares. From the opening frame, Jeong wastes no time establishing a tone of quiet dread. The film's lead - a woman struggling with trauma, isolation, and escalating paranoia - finds herself trapped in what seems like a safe domestic environment. But as night falls and the lights flicker out, the darkness becomes a character of its own.

What makes Nyctophobia compelling is how it uses the absence of light as a storytelling device. Jeong's direction is careful and deliberate, emphasizing shadows, negative space, and subtle sound design to suggest horror rather than show it outright. It's a smart and effective approach that harks back to the psychological thrillers of the '70s while maintaining a distinctly modern aesthetic.

Performance-wise, the film benefits immensely from its central actress (whose name deserves mention once the cast list is officially available). Her portrayal of escalating fear is nuanced - never over-the-top, yet deeply visceral. With minimal dialogue, she communicates a spectrum of emotions: dread, confusion, desperation, and ultimately, a resigned acceptance of her fate.

The cinematography is stark and claustrophobic, with tight shots and dim lighting that mirror the protagonist's deteriorating mental state. The editing is restrained, allowing scenes to breathe and tension to build slowly - a refreshing change from the frenetic pacing typical of mainstream horror.

That said, Nyctophobia may test the patience of some viewers. Its pacing is methodical, and those expecting constant thrills might find it too subdued. The narrative also leans heavily into ambiguity, especially in the final act, where reality blurs completely. But rather than feeling incomplete, this ambiguity enhances the experience, leaving space for interpretation and lingering unease.

Jeong's thematic exploration is subtly layered. Beyond its horror trappings, Nyctophobia touches on grief, trauma, and the unseen scars people carry. The darkness is not just literal - it's symbolic of unresolved guilt and the terror of confronting one's inner demons. This psychological underpinning gives the film surprising emotional weight.

In short, Nyctophobia is not bad at all - in fact, it's a striking and confident debut that suggests Seayoon Jeong is a filmmaker to watch. It may not reinvent the horror genre, but it respects it, and in doing so, it offers a thought-provoking experience for fans of atmospheric, introspective storytelling.

There's a lot to admire in this film, even if the whole doesn't quite come together. It's a surreal, often hypnotic descent into the hazy, fragmented experience of falling asleep - or more accurately, of fighting sleep. The filmmaker clearly has a strong grasp of visual mood and tone, and there's a level of artistic commitment here that demands respect.

Stylistically, it's striking. The black-and-white cinematography, punctuated by vivid bursts of color à la Sin City, creates a haunting contrast that pulls your eye exactly where it needs to go. It doesn't just look beautiful - it feels intentional, calculated, poetic. The selective color isn't just a gimmick; it adds emotional texture, highlighting specific moods and memories like flickers in a dream.

The sound design is also worth noting - it's immersive, atmospheric, and often carries entire scenes. In moments where the visuals slow to a crawl, the sonic environment continues doing the heavy lifting, deepening the sensory experience in a way that feels deliberate and well-crafted.

That said, the film struggles with pacing. Several scenes linger far beyond their emotional or narrative weight. Repetition is used - perhaps as a way to mirror the cyclical nature of sleeplessness - but not always effectively. Some viewers may interpret the loops and long silences as meditative, but they can also feel like endurance tests.

There's no traditional plot to latch onto, and while that's not a problem in itself, the emotional throughline could've been more defined. The film asks for a lot of patience and offers atmosphere and abstraction in return. For some, that will be enough. For others, it may feel like a missed opportunity for a tighter, more layered narrative.

Nyctophobia looks stunning but doesn't have much narrative outside of the protagonist's struggle to break free from her nightmares and anxiety. By nature, experimental filmmaking doesn't require a narrative, but 90 minutes is quite a long time to not have a plot or character fleshed out beyond suffering from nyctophobia; casual viewers might find their attention waning after the first 30 minutes. Having said that, as an informative art piece, Nyctophobia succeeds at both representing symptoms of the disorder beyond just a fear of the dark and the general surreal nature of dreams and nightmares. The woman struggling to sleep peacefully, credited as Liz (Olivia Clari Nice), is dropped into many strange scenarios without much of a blink, rolling along with the dream "logic" even though it always roughly ends with masked figures blocking her path and even causing her harm. There's a recognizable pattern to her behavior and her dreams; there's even a sequence where she's taking a school exam, a common anxiety dream even for people without an anxiety disorder. All of this strangeness is sold through not only Nice's excellent physicality (there isn't much dialogue, so her body language takes center stage) but also through the overall look and sound of the film. The bursts of color throughout the otherwise black-and-white film are carefully measured, never feeling like too much, and the sound design is hypnotic, especially towards the end when Liz's sleep becomes more restful. While I do think it might have worked better as either a much shorter film or as the same length but with a more realized character, Nyctophobia is still a visually and aurally arresting piece for those into more arthouse films.

Nyctophobia isn't just a movie-it's a powerful reflection of a real and painful fear. The film shows what it's like to live with nyctophobia, a condition where the fear of the dark becomes so intense, it controls your life. It's not just being scared at night-it's a constant fight against shadows, silence, and your own thoughts.

I know this fear because I've seen it up close. My friend Jane suffered from it. At first, I didn't even know what it was called. I just saw how terrified she was when the sun went down. She stopped sleeping, stopped going to school, and slowly faded into someone I didn't recognize. That fear took the Jane I knew away.

Watching Nyctophobia, I saw Liz go through the same thing. She couldn't sleep, she kept waking up, and she believed someone was watching her-even when no one was there. That's how real the fear felt. The film captures this so well through tight, close-up shots and a quiet, slow pace that builds pressure with every second.

The acting is powerful and honest. Olivia Clari Nice expresses so much with just her eyes and movements. She makes you feel the weight of that fear without saying much at all.

The sound effects play a huge role. Creaks, whispers, and long silences make the fear feel alive. Sometimes, it's the quiet moments that scare you the most.

This film gave a voice to people who live with this fear every night. It reminded me of Jane-and how important it is to understand what others are silently going through. Nyctophobia doesn't just tell a story. It tells a truth.

This film will not hold your hand. It won't give you jump scares, tidy resolutions, or an easy sense of closure. Instead, it invites you into a quiet, often uncomfortable space - the kind that mirrors the disorienting experience of drifting in and out of sleep while carrying the weight of anxiety or trauma.

It's a risky approach, and for some, it may feel too abstract or slow. But to dismiss it as meaningless because it doesn't follow a conventional narrative does a disservice not only to the filmmaker - but to the idea of film as a vessel for emotional truth.

The visuals are haunting: black-and-white frames punctuated by sudden washes of color, like emotional memories bleeding into the subconscious. The pacing may be meditative, even glacial at times, but that slowness isn't empty - it's evocative. The repetition mirrors the looping thoughts of insomnia, the stagnation of emotional paralysis. These choices feel intentional, not careless.

What truly carries the film, though, is its mood. The sound design is immersive and organic, drawing you into the liminal space between dread and surrender. The long silences, the distorted lullabies, the feeling that time has stretched and bent - it's all in service of a raw, vulnerable experience that many mainstream films would never dare to explore.

Still, this is not a film for everyone. Its dreamlike structure and lack of traditional progression may alienate some viewers, and there are moments where even the emotionally invested may crave a bit more variation or narrative shape. But for those willing to meet it on its terms, it offers a strange and strangely beautiful form of catharsis.

It may not be perfect - but it's brave, deeply felt, and unlike anything else I've seen this year.