Parents, Julia Ducournau’s
Raw, and a doomy wealth of David Lynchian non-sequitor-laden gallows humor, this Austin-shot victim of SXSW 2020’s closure due to plague deserves to be seen. First-time feature director Johnson’s creepily banal fever dream examining the slow motion disintegration of a marriage, coupled with unsettling loss of a beloved pet, is its own brand of nightmare fuel. It’s likely to be particularly disquieting for viewers who’ve endured the death of a long-term relationship, complete with all the petty, passive-aggressive mind games and grating anxieties driven by the fear of being cast aside and left utterly, horribly