You’ve probably guessed by now that I don’t really go for psychological horror, and that I prefer the blood and thunder tradition with toothy monsters and bludgeoning special effects. But I make an exception for The Others, one of the few twist-in-the-tail films that really works. (The only others I can think of off the top of my head are Signs and Sixth Sense, neither of them really horror.) Nicole Kidman is brilliant as the tortured young mother going elegantly crazy in a ramshackle old house, and her sickly, spooky children are amazing. Hell, I can even tolerate Christopher Ecclestone in this film, and that’s not something I often manage. The Others is a pretty sombre affair, there are no monsters leaping out of cupboards, not even a hint of ectoplasm zooming around the place, but despite these obvious failings it’s a really scary film. The growing horror as the hideous truth begins to slide into place is very satisfying, and they even manage a complicated denouement without it sounding like Scooby Doo.