Film

The Sentinel

Name: The Sentinel
Genre: Horror, Mystery, Fantasy
Released: 1977
Cast: Cristina Raines, Chris Sarandon, Martin Balsam, John Carradine, José Ferrer

Other titles called The Sentinel: the 1996 series (UPN).

Supernatural mystery

A 1977 supernatural horror film where a fashion model moves into a deceptively ordinary Brooklyn apartment building and discovers it harbors something far stranger. A slow-burn mystery with an ensemble cast of grotesque supporting characters, *The Sentinel* is aggressively weird rather than jump-scare scary. It's for people who want atmosphere and strangeness over conventional scares, and who appreciate unhinged 70s horror.

TMDb rating

3.0

Should you watch it?

Watch it if you enjoy slow-burn 1970s occult paranoia, where the unease builds from odd neighbours and strange architecture rather than jump scares, and you don't mind a story that gets stranger as it goes.

Skip it if you want a tight, plot-driven thriller, since this one wanders through its tenants' eccentricities and its heroine's brittle, self-absorbed glamour for long stretches before it gathers momentum.

What it asks of you: Roughly ninety-two minutes of unhurried setup, where the dread accumulates through odd rituals and rooms full of strangers, and you need to stay alert to small wrongnesses.

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