Brent Wilson

Brent Wilson’s Lake George (2024) is one of those films that sneaks up on you. On the surface, it’s about a group of people gathering at a lakeside retreat, but there’s a whole lot bubbling underneath. The setting? Honestly, the lake feels like a character itself—misty mornings, creaky docks, that kind of atmosphere where even the birds sound like they’ve got secrets. The story kicks off when a family, fractured by old drama and misunderstandings, comes together for what’s supposed to be a relaxing weekend. Spoiler: it’s anything but. Tempers flare, long-held grudges resurface, and nostalgia isn’t as sweet as everyone hoped. You can practically feel the tension between siblings as they dance around things left unsaid for years. There’s a weird magic to the place, too—strange coincidences, odd dreams, and a sense that the lake itself is dredging up memories nobody wants to face. Some moments are funny in that awkward, painfully real way families can be, but then it’ll hit you with something raw and honest out of nowhere. Meanwhile, the cinematography leans into that dreamy, slightly unsettling vibe—lots of lingering shots on rippling water and shadows moving through the trees. By the time it all comes to a head, you’re left thinking about what “home” really means and whether it’s possible to ever truly leave the past behind. Wilson doesn’t hand you easy answers, but man, he knows how to keep you hooked until the very last frame.