Seemingly a sister film to Immaculate, retreading similar ground and hitting a number of nigh-identical beats. However, on almost every level this film excels where the former falters. This has a better story, better execution, better characters and development, better scares and higher production values. This is one of the few legacy prequels I can think of that is actually quite good, not requiring familiarity with the original films, but whose viewing can only be enhanced by such. The filmmakers admirably avoid jump-scares and genre tropes, and deliver a product that is genuinely unsetting. The film is a slow build to the horror elements, but thick with atmosphere and growing tension. The feel and tenor strikingly evokes the tone and resonance of the original Omen film without reliance upon nostalgic callbacks. Instead there are excellent framing, cinematography, sound cues, and an authenticity to the look and feel of the original, where this feels like it could have easily been made in 1976, but more polished. Until things go a little zany in the last act, where the ending might elicit more eye-rolls than scares. But until then, this film was a welcome surprise, providing both disquieting chills and vile grotesqueries in a film that is far better than it should be.