CRACKED LENS

’m a massive wimp, I get scared by anything and everything,” says Babak Anvari with a shrug and a squirm and a shy, twitching smile. It’s not what you expect to hear from the writer-director of the truly terrifying , especially given his sophomore movie,, is a potent mix of Lynch and Lovecraft, Cronenberg and creepy, crawly J-horror. But there’s method to this madness: “I share my fears when I make a genre film,” he explains. “And if the audience reacts, I’m like, ‘OK, it’s not only me.’”