Heretic -2024- -

On the surface, the premise is deceptively simple. Two young missionaries from The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints—Sister Barnes (Sophie Thatcher) and Sister Paxton (Chloe East)—knock on the wrong door. The man who answers, Mr. Reed (Hugh Grant), is polite, avuncular, and more than happy to talk about religion. He invites them in out of the rain, offers a blueberry pie, and asks a simple question: What if you’re wrong?

But you will be convinced of one thing: Never answer the door for a man with a blueberry pie and a question mark. Heretic -2024-

Beck and Woods have crafted a rare beast: a horror film that respects the intelligence of its audience so much that it is willing to risk boring them with theology in order to break their hearts. By the time the final credits roll—set to a haunting, slowed-down cover of “Nearer, My God, to Thee”—you will not be sure if you have just watched a thriller, a tragedy, or a twisted act of worship. On the surface, the premise is deceptively simple

What follows is not a jump-scare factory, but a slow, suffocating descent into a theological labyrinth. Reed doesn’t want to destroy their faith; he wants to dismantle it, brick by brick, using their own logic as a crowbar. The film’s masterstroke is its casting. Hugh Grant, the king of the stammering romantic comedy, has never been this dangerous. Eschewing the usual horror tropes of snarling mania, Grant’s Reed is a predator of politeness. He quotes scripture with the fluency of a scholar and deconstructs it with the cynicism of a late-night talk show host. He compares the evolution of religion to a game of Monopoly —different versions, same corporate greed. He proposes that the “one true religion” is simply the one you were born into by accident of geography. Reed (Hugh Grant), is polite, avuncular, and more