By Scott Brown
Updated August 24, 2006 at 10:08 PM EDT
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I’ve had a lot of shudder-inducing things brought to my attention today: this and this and this and this and this and this, for starters. (Let’s not even get into current events.)

But nothing has unsettled me more than the trailer for Todd Fields’ Little Children. From the perilously beautiful look of it, Fields is applying his unique brand of unblinking, meditative dread (In the Bedroom was his devastating debut) to this adaptation of Election author Tom Perrotta’s novel. The sick sensation of hurtling towards the inevitable, amplified by the sound of a distant train growing closer, louder…

Ah, but I’m getting ahead of myself. What’s it about, this movie? (No peeking at Perrotta’s Amazon page! We don’t want to get tarred for encouraging reading or anything.) The trailer is spectral, the synopsis vague. Clearly, it’s about infidelity in a small town. But knowing Field from his In the Bedroom track record, there’s a gothic twist, a heightening of the merely sad to dumbshow-opera.

I haven’t had my faith in humanity rattled in, literally, minutes. Can’t wait! (Oct. 6)