THE HOUSE OF SPOILS REVIEW

The House of Spoils serves up all the witchy vibes. Slow-burn suspense? Served. Culinary chaos? On the menu. A side of supernatural seasoning? You bet. Yeah, it’s that kind of spread.

Ariana DeBose plays an ambitious chef finally running her dream kitchen and it’s a full-blown nightmare. From day one, the food’s going bad, the staff’s giving side-eyes, and the walls practically pulse with dread. You’re not just watching her lose control, you’re feeling it in your bones.

Lucia, the overeager sous chef, adds chaos. Alvin, the offbeat townie-turned-errand boy, has timing so perfect it’s almost scary. Chef Magnus lurks like a secret ingredient no one dares to name. And just when things heat up, her partner Andres crumbles faster than a souffle on Friday night.

But the real heat? A witch is haunting the kitchen, leaving eerie crumbs and cryptic clues. Instead of fleeing, fear melts into obsession. The chef leans into the haunting, and the witch becomes her muse. The more she listens, the more everything clicks. Suddenly, the food, the restaurant, the power; it’s all cooking with gas (and maybe a dash of dark magic).

By the end, she’s not just surviving the haunting, she’s thriving in it. Feeding the soil and claiming her fire. Bon appétit.