Broke, pregnant Mary has no resources and jumps at the offer to stay at a convent. At first, it seems like the perfect place to give birth and get back on her feet, but something isn’t right. St. Agatha flashes back and forth between the present and showing all the skeletons in Mary’s closet leading to her life falling apart. I was invested in her journey towards finding her strength. The creepiness at the convent becomes apparent quickly and goes more extreme than I expected. These scenes are so uncomfortable to watch, orchestrated by commanding, cold, and enterprising Mother Superior. Things amp up as the film goes along, causing more extreme torture. The end jumps the shark a bit and goes in a weird direction. Overall, St. Agatha is a tense film that made me squirm with a formidable villain.
