India was not prepared to lose her father and best friend in a tragic accident.
The solitude of her family estate, the peace of her town, and the somber feel of her home life is suddenly upended by the sudden arrival of her Uncle Charlie, whom she never knew existed.
When Charlie moves in with her and her emotionally unstable mother, India thinks the void left by her father's death is finally being filled by him.
Soon after his arrival, India comes to suspect that this mysterious, charming man has ulterior motives.
Yet instead of being vexed, she becomes increasingly infatuated with him...
Miller has written a cracking story, and a terrific script, but the problem with this film is that it could have been at least 30 minutes longer to flesh out ore characters and see India spend more time with family.
The audience are kept at arms length from the three Stokers, and it feels like we only get a brief glimpse of the madness.
Other than this, the cast are fantastic, Goode overplays the staring 'is there something wrong with him?' act a little too much, and almost comes across like David in A.I.
Kidman has never been better, playing a character almost as cold as her house, but Wasikowska is fantastic as India, a sort of hybrid of all troubled teens seen in some other movies. Think Thirteen meets Carrie, by way of the recent Excision, and you get an idea of India.
She's not particularly strange by any means, but the arrival of Charlie sparks something off in her, maybe psychological, maybe genetic.
It's beautiful to look at, the mise en scene adds to the tension of the movie, and it has a fifties feel to it throughout.
It's as good as the directors domestic efforts, but with nods to Hitchcock and other thrillers, it's certainly a standout movie.