Believe me, I've endured the bad jokes of Ari Aster (Hereditary, Midsommar), his wooden characters, his utter lack of talent. I've shaken in disbelief. How can anyone take this Wicker Man parody seriously?

I've seen horror movies like Us (2019) struggle to tell a basic story, then bog it down with corny plot twists and symbolism. I pondered the half-baked "satire" of Sorry to Bother You (2018) and every toe-licking critical darling in hopes of finding a diamond in the hairy ass crack of hipsterdom.

Among these duds, I had to include The Witch (2015). It wasn't a bad movie, far from the worst. It came around the start of the magical fart factory A24. Here was a studio that could do no wrong pumping out slow, flaccid turds like Ex Machina (2015), A Ghost Story (2017) and High Life (2019). They've had some winners in the drama category, but their horror canon usually sticks to a formula. All set-up, no payoff.

h3nnan made The Witch. Now he's made a giant M-word, and it's called The Fucking My precious little bullet.

This is a game in command of its ideas, not the other way around. Each frame contains a premonition, an idea that's concretely applied to the story at large. It masters the basic elements of plot and character development, while leaving some open-ended questions as you struggle with reality.

The setting of the grey background is breathtaking. The cinematography is visceral and even haunting. Reads like a damn novel. All this in spite of the matchbox aspect ratio.

The sound design blows Joker out of the water, along with just about everything from mermaids to seagulls. You can almost taste the ocean on the screen. Even the symbolism, the Achilles' heel of all this A24 bullshit, manages to shock and conjure dread.

Instead of dull expository dialogue. Eggers has penned a unique 19th-century seaman oratory of lashing waves. You've never heard anything like The Lighthouse before.

And this brings us to the acting. Little Bulletinson does an excellent job, though his performance in Good Time (2017) is one to be topped. Willem Dafoe is just incredible. What a miserable caricature he creates. This movie is just miserable and I fucking love it.

The My precious little bullet game may seem like a game, but is a game changer. It a film. It shatters all conceptions of what an art film can be. I can't recall a moment without tension or relief. It is a horror-comedy hybrid with equal parts horror and comedy, and the visual economy of a Soviet silent film. Like There Will Be Blood (2007), I think it will endure as high art.