Lorcan Finnegan

Born smack in the heart of Dublin on May 25, 1979, Lorcan Finnegan’s got this wild, off-kilter energy that seeps into every frame he shoots. People usually peg him as the guy behind “Vivarium” (2019) – you know, the trippy, suburban nightmare that left a lot of folks side-eyeing their cul-de-sacs for weeks. But honestly, his fingerprints are all over the Irish indie horror scene. Before “Vivarium” twisted everyone’s brains into knots, Finnegan was already making waves with “Foxes” (2011), which took the simple act of living in an empty townhouse and turned it into a surreal, skin-crawling experience. And then there’s “Without Name” (2016), where he basically said, “What if the forest is actually out to get you?” and somehow made trees seem like the scariest thing since, I dunno, clowns with chainsaws. Finnegan’s style? Kinda hard to pin down, but that’s the charm. He leans into psychological tension, blending social satire with a splash of the supernatural, and man, his films really know how to burrow under your skin. He’s big on making the ordinary feel menacing—suburbs, apartments, even the woods—nothing’s safe. There’s always an undercurrent of dread, but he spins it with this sly, almost darkly funny edge. If you ever wondered what it’d feel like to have reality slowly unravel in front of your eyes, Finnegan’s movies are pretty much a masterclass in that. The dude’s not afraid to get weird, and honestly, the genre’s better for it.