oanna Hogg’s , a ghost story set in a country house hotel, revels in cinematic in-jokes and the English Eerie. Yet the foggy pallor of the film, as filmmaker Julie struggles to write about her ailing mother, Rosalind (both played by Tilda Swinton), unintentionally captures the horror of a white culture of tote bags, vintage M R James Penguins and niceties at mealtimes. Notably, the spooky spell, as in Hogg’s earlier films, is broken
