Ittiphol Pholsong

Ittiphol Pholsong’s “Home Sweet Home: Rebirth” (2025) doesn’t waste time with pleasantries. Straight up, this is a fever dream of a horror flick—equal parts mind trip and nightmare fuel. The movie drops you in a house that’s got more secrets than your grandma’s attic, only these ones bite back. Pholsong pulls no punches with the atmosphere: the walls sweat, shadows skitter, and the whole place feels like it’s breathing down your neck. You kind of want to yell at the characters to just get out, but, you know, horror logic—they never do. The plot kicks off with a family moving into this old, creaky mansion, which, surprise surprise, is way too cheap for the area. Turns out, the house has a reputation, and the locals are about as welcoming as a rainstorm at a picnic. Weird things start happening—mirrors acting funny, doors slamming on their own, and that classic “did you hear that?” moment about every five minutes. The family starts to unravel, haunted by their own regrets and some seriously gnarly spirits that don’t play by the usual ghost rules. There’s a gnawing sense of dread that builds up, thanks to Pholsong’s knack for twisting the ordinary into the uncanny. He doesn’t just rely on jumpscares—he lets the horror simmer. The house itself almost feels alive, messing with everyone’s heads and dredging up secrets nobody wanted to face. It’s not just about surviving the night; it’s about facing what’s been buried, literally and emotionally. By the end, you’re left wondering if home is a place, a feeling, or, in this case, a curse that never lets go.