If you go into I Saw the TV Glow hoping for the straightforward catharsis of conventional horror movies—or the straightforward catharsis of many prominent transition narratives—you will be disappointed. Schoenbrun moves too slow, too thick, too open. But this is what allows them to create horror that buries itself inside you without you noticing, pinprick by pinprick, and lives there, sinking only deeper as time goes on.