Louise and Kasper live a privileged hippie life in their remote sanctuary somewhere in the Danish wilderness, with no Snapchat or running water. Louise is recovering from an illness and there is something missing to complete the picture of the perfect life. A child. When the Romanian maid Elena moves in, Louise takes the opportunity to ask if she would be willing to carry the couple’s child. For a proper amount of money, of course.

Elena says yes, reluctantly but still. It can’t be that bad, can it. She really needs the money, for herself and her 5-year-old son who’s waiting for her back home in Bucharest. 9 months. It can’t be that bad, can it.  Unfortunately it can. And worse. The being Elena carries is anything but a normal child.

Ali Abbasi has created an incredibly suggestive, smart and dazzling beautiful horror film that is also a scathing comment on surrogacy. With a few well-chosen DNA traces from Rosemary’s Baby and a soundtrack that fills every cell with pure discomfort, Shelley is among the absolute creepiest films to have been made in this neighborhood.

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