Thomas Q. Johnson

Cult movies are expected to be a little strange but this one is supposed to be one of the strangest damn films in the world. "Hausu" is now poised to soil the minds of this small college town when it plays this weekend only (Oct. 15-17) at the Oak Street Cinema every night at 9:30 p.m.
Here's a review of the film from The Nashville Scene:

"Every once in a blue-screen moon, a movie will remind even the most jaded of cult-film aficionados that, no, in fact, they have not seen everything. Here, director Nobuhiko Obayashi dispatches six schoolgirls to spend their summer vacation with classmate Oshare (Kimiko Ikegami) at her ailing aunt’s remote estate. A friend described the movie’s first half as an experimental film made by an 11-year-old girl, and that fits: Avant-garde devices such as screens within screens may be underscored with pancake-syrupy pop, or framed with the kind of gauzy borders a kid might sketch around a doodled unicorn.

And the second half? Why spoil some of the only surprises to rattle movie screens all summer? I don’t think this is giving away too much: There’s an evil housecat, and it convinces a piano to eat one of the girls. All I will add is that Obayashi’s body of work extends from experimental shorts to apocalyptic teenage sci-fi (1987’s The Drifting Classroom) to those notorious 1970s Charles Bronson "Mandom" perfume ads—and in House, he manages to compress them all into one brain-boiling spew of psychotropic, psychedelic, sense-deranging WTF imagery. It’s scary not in any conventional sense, but because a viewer feels so utterly without bearings—as if whatever glue holds the universe together had suddenly turned to Jell-O."

Please, don’t go for your own good.