Ti West's divisive nature is pretty familiar to genre fans by now. Some folks are super on-board with the homage-laden aesthetic found in The House of the Devil and The Innkeepers; others have derided his slow-burn ("no-burn", ho-ho) approach, acknowledging the craft on display while questioning whether it's really in service of anything beyond pastiche. I have to admit I tended to fall in with the latter crowd. I can appreciate a good film forgery, and West's eye for reproducing a period aesthetic was probably more authentic than anything in Grindhouse or its spawn. But the end results have always left me cold. So I'm surprised and happy to report that The Sacrament is a legitimately gripping thriller, filled with more tension, dread, and genuine terror than any of his previous work.