Everything about Charlie McDowell’s new film, Windfall — the marketing, the design, even the opening credits — promises a Hitchcock-meets-mumblecore experience. The film begins with a long, still shot of the luxury mission-style home in which the drama will unfold. Underneath this oddly still image, a tense soundtrack plays, one that sounds like Bernard Herrmann composed music for a meditation app.

What follows with Windfall keeps better company with a cycle of high-strung art dramas that center on horrible white millennials — sometimes rich, always lonely — stalking around luxury spaces and fairy-lit barns. Its contemporaries include Lawrence Michael Levine’s Black Bear, a superbly weird hipster nightmare; the chilling, claustrophobic odyssey that is Night Moves; and, lest we forget, Ex Machina, which gave us the Oscar Isaac meme that belongs in whatever time capsule we one day send into space.

So, where, exactly, does Windfall fall?