Fiendishly splitting the difference between the kind of low-rent parental vigilante movies that will always live on basic cable, and the kind of high-brow polymorphic freakouts that all but died with Andrzej Żuławski, Andrew Semans’ aptly named “Resurrection” may never quite reach “Possession” levels of psychic collapse (what does?), but it sure gets a hell of a lot closer than the broad familiarity of its setup might lead you to expect. In fact, the first act of this impressively deranged Sundance premiere almost seems to lure you into a false sense of security on purpose.

There have been any number of basic psychological thrillers about strong women who get dismissed as “hysterical” and/or gaslit into self-doubt when they report an…

Obviously a great actors showcase for Hall and Roth that gestures towards the abusive, unhinged grieving couple dynamics of previous arthouse allegory genre outings like Possession or Antichrist and the chilly city atmospherics/psychological unraveling of Dead Ringers (which it even cribs part of its climax from) but also suffers a bit from the same thing all these modern "elevated" movies do in the sense that it's basically got one incredibly simple idea that it hammers over and over for the majority of its runtime at a really slow, mysterious, self-satisfied pace.

I like that Hall gets to go to some uglier, more complicated places in the nuances of her expressions and there's some solid tense mood at times but there…