Goodnight Mommy is definitely, without one doubt, my FAVORITE horror movie of the year. It’s not unlike the first hill of a roller coaster—oh, how the tension builds as you climb and climb, higher and higher, knowing you’re about to face something terrifying when you finally get to the top. You wiggle in your seat, and the loss of control in what’s happening to you creates an almost unbearable sense of dread that makes your skin prickle, your stomach fill with butterflies, and your heart—the only muscle that’s REALLY keeping your fragile body alive—speeds up and starts thumping too hard inside of your chest…