Set in a cursed apartment building, Sky’s sinewy horror series has promise amid its random carnival of disgust
It’s dark, and rain pours down thickly, as wan teenager Juri (Tristan Göbel) and his ursine father Jaschek (Charly Hübner) arrive at the tower block they’ll soon regret calling home, in the opening scene of the German chiller Hausen (Sky Atlantic). Prepare for horror of the dripping, oozing, inky kind, set in a cursed building where the taps seem to be watching you, the condensation on the windows has a threatening aura and mould is a supporting character. It’s grim, grimy, cobwebbed and dank. Very dank.
Jaschek is the flats’ new caretaker, tasked immediately with fixing a heating system clogged with tar that seems to choose which way it flows. That leaves Juri to wander the corridors, stumbling across creepy Shining-like children and cackling vagrants who act as if they know something. We, however, know little for an episode and a half, as Hausen very slowly builds an atmosphere designed to bring on the night-time heebie jeebies.
