I’m not trying to be funny, but I think this film misrepresents itself. It should be called, “It Doesn’t Just Come At Night”, because most of the action actually happens during the day, and the daytime proves to be just as dangerous as the night-time.

Paul (Joel Edgerton) is a history teacher who is forced to barricade himself along with his wife and teenage son in their sprawling country home when a mysterious disease starts plaguing humankind. At least, we assume that’s what’s happened – because I only went to the bathroom once and I doubt I missed the explanation in the three minutes I was gone. If you’re a fan of horror, the music and sound is enough to knot your stomach and keep at least one hand gripped onto the armrest. If you’re a fan of uncomplicated storylines, your other hand will also be gripped onto the armrest, albeit in frustration.

All good intentions aside, what is ultimately a simple storyline becomes vastly convoluted in its execution. I’m sure it makes perfect sense for writer/director Trey Edward Shults, who by all accounts is a top bloke, but there’s something about this “intelligent” horror film that doesn’t quite make the cut.

In film school I was told: “make films for stupid people”. One part of me vehemently disagrees with this, while another, more rational part, agrees. Like plenty of other horror films and shows, the ultimate evil doesn’t end up being the possessed relative, the zombie, or the unstoppable disease, but rather, humans themselves. It’s a tiring trope. We get it, humanity sucks.

In any case, It Comes At Night won’t be keeping me up at night.