(Credits: Netflix)

You know when you watch something and afterwards you’re like, “Wait… what just happened?” No need to wonder, as that’s The Perfection for you. It is the kind of Netflix film that doesn’t just tell you a story; it takes you there. It throws you into a deep and dark pit and whispers, “Good luck getting out.” Messy, absolutely. Confusing, at times. But boring, never.

The thing is, The Perfection isn’t your typical horror-thriller. It feels like three movies stitched together with blood and a lot of bad decisions. And somehow, that mess is what makes it fascinating. You are not supposed to have all the answers. All that you are required to do is just hang on and see where it takes you.

And oh, Allison Williams. Let’s pause here because she deserves it. The woman has single-handedly built a résumé that screams “don’t trust me in horror films.” She gave us the unforgettable Rose in Get Out, then turned around and produced M3GAN, which basically birthed an internet icon in a platinum blonde wig.

By the time she makes her entrance in The Perfection, she has perfected (no pun intended) the role of looking completely put together while secretly plotting your death. There’s an inevitability about her performance, like playing poker against someone who never blinks. Losing is the only outcome, but you can’t help but stare.

The story itself is a wild ride. At first, it seems simple enough. A story about two cello prodigies, ambition, and jealousy in the cutthroat world of classical music. Then it swerves. And swerves again. And again. One second, you are nodding along, thinking, “OK, it’s just rivalry, I get it.” The next, someone’s hallucinating bugs in their skin, and you’re yelling at your screen, “What am I watching?” That unpredictability is what keeps it alive.

Sure, it has flaws. Some twists feel like they were pulled out of your regular trick hat, and the pacing jumps around like it drank three Red Bulls. But here is the thing: when a movie dares to be too much instead of too safe, it earns points.

And that’s why it is worth revisiting now. Over the years, we have all been spoiled by neat, formula-driven thrillers where you can call the ending 20 minutes in. The Perfection does not let you do that. Even if you roll your eyes, even if you catch yourself muttering “oh come on” during a twist, you are engaged. You are watching and hooked, and that’s the point.

So if you’re scrolling Netflix tonight, tired of the usual options, put this one on. Don’t go in expecting polished genius. Go in expecting madness or sharp performances, or a story that feels like it got drunk on its own ambition, and you will certainly find yourself fulfilled. By the end, you might not love it, but you will definitely have something to talk about.