Trad Wife

Camille Deming runs a tradwife account from her farmhouse. She cooks, cleans and homesteads, and she films all of it. The house looks exactly as the genre demands, and the one thing the picture lacks is a baby, a gap her followers point out again and again. Away from the camera, her marriage to Graham has been strained for a long time.

Behind the house, in the wheatfield, stands an old well. Camille makes a wish there. Strange things follow, including a night when something visits her, and she chooses to read them as angelic. The wish is granted.

Her pregnancy announcement does better than anything she has ever posted. Graham responds with little more than silence. The pregnancy moves far too fast, and Camille begins to crave raw meat.

This is horror, and its target is the performance of domestic womanhood: the curated home, the audience that wants a certain kind of wife, the cost of keeping up the image. It sits in the line of Rosemary's Baby. Expect a slow unease that builds inside a pretty setting, with the body as the source of dread.