silver nitrate

Here’s the thing.

While the setup is fresh and Montserrat’s resilience carries the book like a champ, Silver Nitrate stumbles into a swamp of horror clichés that even a cursed film reel can’t salvage. We’ve got the tortured artist with a shadowy past, the creepy old mentor who knows too much, and a romantic interest who’s just brooding enough to make you roll your eyes. The occult intrigue starts strong, but by the midway mark, it’s like Moreno-Garcia decided to lean hard into every trope she could pluck from the B-movie bin at Walmart.