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Stephen Karam films his 2016 Tony-Award winning one-act play about a dysfunctional family Thanksgiving set in a deteriorating New York apartment as if it were a psychological horror movie, which it is. Might be a bit highfalutin' to call it Chekhov shot like Polanski, but the characters and cast, unsettling visual style and creepy sound design, theatrical dialogue and subtly layered thematic exploration all work harmoniously. A rare play adaptation that makes you wonder how it ever worked on stage. Gets deep under your skin and doesn't let go.