The Innocents (2021) movie review: children as the cruelest monsters

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The Innocents (2021) is the kind of horror film that doesn't announce itself. Norwegian writer-director Eskil Vogt sets the story in a quiet suburban housing estate during a long summer break, surrounds it with ordinary apartment blocks and patches of forest, and then populates it with children who do terrible things. It's a film about power, cruelty, and the thin line between curiosity and evil. And it's one of the most quietly devastating horror films made in the last decade.

What the film is about

Nine-year-old Ida (Rakel Lenora Fløttum) arrives at a new apartment complex with her family, including her older sister Anna (Alva Brynsmo Ramstad), who is autistic and largely nonverbal. Ida is not a sympathetic child at the start. She pinches her sister when no one's looking. She drops a worm onto concrete just to watch what happens. She's bored, isolated, and quietly resentful.

She meets Ben (Sam Ashraf), a quiet boy who shows her he can move small objects with his mind. They meet Aisha (Mina Yasmin Bremseth Asheim), a girl who seems to share a mental connection with Anna. Four children form an uneasy group. Ben's abilities grow. His intentions darken. What starts as the strange wonder of children discovering something impossible curdles into something genuinely frightening.

The film doesn't rush this. Vogt takes his time establishing the world these children inhabit: the estate's long corridors, the patches of woodland behind the buildings, the absence of supervising adults. That absence is the film's central structural choice. Parents are nearby but never quite present enough. The children exist in a space that is almost entirely their own, and in that space, morality is still being assembled.

How Vogt builds the dread

There are no jump scares. That's not the game Vogt plays. The horror in The Innocents is cumulative and behavioral. Ben does something small. Then something slightly larger. Then something that can't be walked back. Each step is filmed with the same flat, naturalistic camera style, which makes the violence, when it arrives, land with genuine shock.

The child performances are extraordinary across the board. Sam Ashraf carries the film's most demanding arc, shifting from a lonely, gentle-seeming boy into something that reads as genuinely predatory without ever performing villainy. He doesn't twirl or sneer. He just wants. Rakel Lenora Fløttum gives Ida a credible moral journey, from casual cruelty toward something approaching empathy, without making it feel like a redemption arc tidily resolved. It's messier than that. More honest.

Alva Brynsmo Ramstad's performance as Anna deserves particular attention. The film asks enormous things of her physically and emotionally, and she delivers without a single line of dialogue in the conventional sense. Her relationship with Aisha, built on a kind of psychic sympathy the film never fully explains, becomes the story's emotional center. That restraint is characteristic of Vogt's approach throughout: he trusts the audience to feel what's happening without spelling it out.

The film's moral framework

The title is doing real work. "Innocents" is ironic, but not simply. These children are innocent in the legal sense, in the developmental sense, in the sense that the world hasn't yet handed them a full account of consequences. Ben isn't a monster in the way horror cinema usually constructs monsters. He's a child with power and no framework for its ethics. That's scarier.

Vogt draws a clear but unforced contrast between the children. Aisha develops her connection with Anna into something protective. Ida moves from passive cruelty toward active resistance. Ben goes the other way. The film doesn't explain why some children go toward empathy and some away from it. It just watches. That restraint is what separates The Innocents from lesser horror about evil children, a genre that runs from The Omen's Damien through to more recent entries. Vogt isn't interested in damnation theology. He's interested in developmental psychology presented through a horror lens.

There's a moment involving a cat that some viewers will not recover from. It arrives early. It establishes, without any ambiguity, that the film intends to go to genuinely uncomfortable places. Consider this fair warning.

How it fits into recent Scandinavian horror

Scandinavian horror has developed a distinctive register over the past 15 years: slow pacing, naturalistic visuals, a preference for psychological unease over visceral shock, and a tendency to use the genre as a lens on social anxiety. The Innocents fits this tradition while also pushing against it. Its social milieu is multicultural, its child cast is drawn from diverse backgrounds, and its horror is intimate rather than elemental. This isn't the folk horror of forests and ancient ritual. It's the horror of a Tuesday afternoon in a housing block when no one's watching.

If you responded to the cold, methodical dread of films like Let the Right One In, you'll find The Innocents operating in a related key. Both films use children, Scandinavian summer light, and a refusal to comfort the audience. Both understand that childhood itself, the unfixed moral state of it, is a rich horror territory.

The verdict

The Innocents (2021) is a film that gets under the skin slowly and stays there. Eskil Vogt's direction is precise and controlled, his screenplay refuses easy answers, and the four child performances are among the best in recent genre cinema. It's not a film that delivers catharsis or resolution in any clean sense. It delivers something closer to understanding: not of evil as an external force, but of it as something that can grow quietly in the right conditions, in the gap between power and conscience, in a long, unsupervised summer.

The film was submitted as Norway's entry for the Academy Award for Best International Feature Film and won Vogt the Best Director prize at the 2021 Tribeca Film Festival. Both are deserved. See it, if you can stand it.