The Woman in the Yard is an eerie, quiet meditation on suicide—and heavy with the weight of it. The visage mostly just sits there, silent and still (though eventually closer and closer, of course, with Acts II and III), like a ghost or fractured part of the narrator herself.
I was not expecting a thoughtful allegory about grief and depression by Blumhouse, so The Woman in the Yard caught me by surprise, and most definitely with a loud ker-thunk at the end that featured the Suicide & Crisis Lifeline (simply dial 988 anywhere in the United States, or use the original 1-800-273-8255/"TALK").
Heady, right?
Like I said, surprising!
