I spent a week in Tampa recently, doing the AP Language exam essay grading – which basically meant that I spent eight hours a day straight reading essays, for seven days in a row. As a result, my reading basically went to zero for a week – shockingly, my brain was a little fried by the time I got back to the hotel! – and I used the solo downtime as a chance to watch some horror movies, making a little weeklong festival for myself. So, without further ado, here’s a rundown of the second half of the movies I watched…
I’ve really enjoyed all three previous features by Justin Benson and Aaron Moorhead, a pair of independent filmmakers whose love of genre-bending entertainment allows them to throw together deeply unexpected elements – Lovecraftian monster meets Before Sunrise, sibling rivalry meets purgatorial cycles, etc. – into wholly unique films. But everyone is due for a miss along the way, and while Synchronic, the duo’s fourth film and their biggest budget/most mainstream release to date, isn’t a complete failure, it doesn’t quite live up to the standards of the other three movies. The premise is intriguing as anything, as a pair of New Orleans paramedics start dealing with the aftermath of a drug whose effects are truly surreal and inexplicable, only to find their own lives necessitating a dive into that drug to save the daughter of one of the men. It’s a lean, fun premise, and once the effects of the drug are seen, Benson and Moorhead use their budget well, creating wild worlds and visions that punch far above their weight class. The problem, ultimately, is that the thematic complexity the pair have always brought to their films doesn’t hold together here. Resolution was a film about the difficulties of endings in horror, serving as a meta meditation on storytelling; The Endless struggled with feeling trapped in your life and feeling the repetition of every day without hope of change. There’s no larger ideas in Synchronic to really grab onto, though – or, if they are, they’re not done with enough specificity to make the plot really sing out. It’s a fun watch, to be sure, and it’s done with style, but it definitely is the least of the duo’s efforts to date. Rating: *** ½
I’d been told again and again just how wild and insane the 2019 Brazilian film Bacurau was, so the fact that what I got was essentially a pretty entertaining and off-kilter Western probably ended up making me feel a little let down by the experience. But that’s really not the fault of the film, which kicks off with a doctor returning home to her small village for the funeral of the town’s matriarch, and ends with a gleefully entertaining Udo Kier and a group of henchmen (more or less) taking on the village in a violent showdown for the ages. The result is a film that sort of slides between genres as it sees fit, opening as a sort of quiet international drama filled with odd touches (my favorite is the DJ who seems to be on hand to announce all events in the town, although the constant use of hallucinogenics in the town is probably a close second) only to become something a bit weirder (albeit maybe not as weird as you’re going to think) and definitely more genre-oriented. It does all this, though, while also being a film about colonialism and Western feelings about countries like Brazil, making those points clearly and strongly while never shirking from its genre payoffs. It doesn’t hurt that Kier hasn’t been this fun in a long time; he’s having a blast in his part, and given how much of the film needs that role to work, that’s very important – especially since he could easily have coasted on just being, you know, Udo Kier. Don’t get your hopes up for some surreal genre explosion like Save the Green Planet! or something like that, as you may end up disappointed, but if you’re up for a nicely idiosyncratic, oddball Western with personality and novelty to spare, you’ll have a lot of fun here. Rating: ****
The Case of the Bloody Iris (known in its original Italian under the glorious title, What Are Those Strange Drops of Blood Doing on Jennifer’s Body?) is maybe one of the purest examples I’ve seen to date of the giallo genre – and in that, it’s also one of the most consistently entertaining and solid examples I’ve watched. In some ways, in face, Iris almost feels like a standard slasher thriller: a series of models in an apartment building keep winding up dead, and the obvious suspect (the omnipresent giallo actor, George Hilton) keeps turning up in ways that point to his culpability. Meanwhile, our heroine, Jennifer (the queen of giallo, Edwige Fenech) is dealing with her own trauma from her time in a free love cult, which adds sexual threat to the already physical threat around her. In other words, you have all the elements of the genre here – and does the killer wear gloves? Do you have to ask? But it’s all done with great tension and a winning sense of dry humor about itself, down to the comic relief police inspector who legitimately made me laugh often, and not at the movie but with it. As ever with Italian horror, the dubbing is odd, human behavior is a bit off kilter, and every woman is sexualized and then some, but all of that is part and parcel with the genre at this point. But as someone who is only gradually coming to embrace the giallo genre, Iris really worked for me – it’s entertaining, it’s solidly made, it’s suspenseful, and it’s all done with a sense of fun and oddness (the first cult flashback made me laugh out loud in its excess). It’s maybe the most archetypal giallo I’ve seen to date, but it’s also one of the most entertaining. Rating: ****
Tongue-in-cheek “bad” movies are among the hardest movies to get right for me. So often, they lean into the cheese too hard, turning everything into a bad skit instead of something genuinely funny and engaging. There are exceptions – Black Dynamite is maybe the most obvious offhand – but more often than not, self-aware “bad” movies just leave me irritated more than entertained. Such is the case with Psycho Goreman, an R-rated mix of Power Rangers and oddball 80s monster movie that never quite worked for me as much as I wished it did. The premise isn’t a bad one – two young kids unearth an ancient evil and get control over it, only for the being – now renamed Psycho Goreman because it sounds cool – to push against its reins, often with gory, excessive results. At its best moments, Psycho Goreman finds the perfect balance of broad 80s family comedy and insane violence, whether that’s the slow escape of one of Goreman’s henchpeople, a desperate cry for help, or a fun musical montage accompanied by a couple of demonstrations of Goreman’s power. But too often, I found myself more irritated by the movie’s fake tone, getting the joke that it was going for but just finding it one note and tiring. I’m in a minority here, so your mileage may vary; for me, though, a couple of inspired moments aside (that cry for help really did kill me), it just didn’t do much for me. Rating: ***