David Robert Mitchell doesn’t not owe us an apology. His break-out horror film, the soon-to-be-sequel-ed It Follows (2014), jangled a few keys, attached to a Rubik’s-cube keychain, in front of its impressionable viewers. Its unplaceable era reeked of aerosol hairspray (probably that purple one). The dreamy yet spiky synth score by Disasterpiece was peak John Carpenter. The group of teenage bike-riders at its center seemed like they might find E.T. hiding among Detroit’s forgotten industrial landscapes (but please not that guy). He shouldn’t be too sorry, however. It Follows really works. For every logical loophole in it, the writer-director delivered set-pieces calibrated for maximum dread, including a couple so memorable they’re downright searing – not just due to their calibration but also the humanity and sincerity with which the film delivers them. David Robert Mitchell couldn’t have anticipated that Netflix