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Blood Barn

Screens Friday, October 17 at 8:30pm

by Brooklyn Ewing

I have always wondered what it felt like to see 1981’s The Evil Dead before it was released to the world, and now I kind of feel like I do thanks to Gabriel Bernini’s first feature film, Blood Barn. 

Blood Barn isn’t perfect, or super polished, like most new horror making its way onto the screen. Honestly, it doesn’t need to be because it’s so creative, and feels like something special you’d pull from the shelf in a mom and pop video store in 1983 because the box art was so cool. 

In the film, a group of friends find themselves traveling to an old farmhouse to have some fun when they accidentally conjure up some old demons, and all hell breaks loose.  I almost lost my mind when I saw Rachel, played by Euphoria actress Chloe Cherry, show up in the car ride. She’s just an absolute vibe in everything she does. The other cast members fit right in and create such a cool group of quirky, vintage friends that I want to hang out with. 

This throw back to 70s and early 80s, camp horror uses so many out-of-the-box cinematic tricks to create their vintage atmosphere on a shoe string budget. I found myself wanting to immediately sit down with Bernini and the team to ask how they pulled off so many of the shots. The cinematography in the opening alone fills me with nostalgia, and makes me feel like a kid again sneaking out to the living room to watch a movie on USA Up All Night with Rhonda Shear and, the late, Gilbert Gottfried. 

Blood Barn oozes vibes from classics like The Evil Dead, Friday the 13th, Night of the Demons, and even has small nods to things like A Nightmare on Elm Street, Prom Night, New Year’s Evil, Blood Lake and Sleepaway Camp. 

Don’t go into Blood Barn expecting to see a perfectly written studio film. It’s not that. This movie celebrates creative indie filmmaking from a bygone era at its best. Have some fun with this one. It’s packed with all the nostalgia you can handle, and all the old school makeup FX that an 80s horror kid could dream of. 

Old school horror fans, this one’s for you. 

Elvira would give it 5 stars, so I will too.

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Final (Draft) Girl

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The Red Mask

Screens Friday, October 17 at 4pm

by Daniel Baldwin

Attempting to reinvent a film franchise can be an incredibly tricky thing. If things change too much, filmmakers risk incensing fans and making audiences wonder why the new project even bears the same name as the original. If not enough is changed, subsections of fandom might be happy, but everyone else will still be left thinking, “What’s the point?”

That’s the fine line to be walked as a creator when tackling a pre-existing thing, especially when it comes to horror. There’s also a quiet truth: you’re never going to please everyone with your reinvention. Just ask folks like David Gordon Green, Nia DaCosta, Fede Alvarez, and filmmaking team Radio Silence. All tackled recent renewals of long-running slasher series to varying degrees of success, both of the critical and commercial variety. Fans still argue about all of them today and they will continue to do so for decades to come. For better or worse, franchises inspire passion in their fanbases. Sometimes that passion is born of love and acceptance. Other times, it is overflowing with hatred and malice.

This is the core subject of Ritesh Gupta’s satirical slasher, The Red Mask. Together with screenwriters Samantha Gurash and Patrick Robert Young, Gupta has crafted a fiercely critical look at both sides of the coin when it comes to a slasher series being redone for a new generation. The terror tale begins with acclaimed indie screenwriter Allina Green (Helena Howard) kicking off a stay at a secluded cabin with her fiancé, Deetz (Inanna Sarkis). The goal? To write a killer script for a reboot of popular fictional slasher series, The Red Mask.

Things take a turn when Allina & Deetz’s brainstorming sessions are interrupted when a couple (Jake Abel & Kelli Garner) with a clashing Airbnb reservation arrive at the cabin. Also – wouldn’t you know it? – they happen to be big fans of The Red Mask films who have their own very different thoughts on how their beloved saga should be revived. The stage is now set for a battle (both verbal and physical) between filmmakers and fans over the soul of an intellectual property.

It’s the kind of thing one only ever sees play out in comments sections and social media posts, but instead of ALL CAPS WARFARE, the fight becomes decidedly more literal in the hands of Gupta & Co. What results is a very savvy and fun piece of horror filmmaking that is sure to thrill you and make you chuckle in equal measure. Keep an eye out for this one, horror fans. It’s a really good time.

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Are You There, Audience? It’s Me. Death.

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The Cramps: A Period Piece

Screening Friday, October 17 at 10:30 pm

by Bob Green

The Cramps: A Period Piece, from writer/director Brook H. Cellars (she/they), is exactly what it says on the tin. Those of you that own a uterus are in for a fantastic time.  So is everybody else.

Agnes Applewhite (Lauren Kitchen) is a young woman flowering into adulthood and doing her best to escape her claustrophobic home life, her holier-than-thou mother, and her sycophantic sister.  She finds community at her local salon, populated with a cast of kooky characters, but she and her pants hold a dark and hilarious secret.

Now, I’m not generally a big consumer of low-fidelity horror because ADHD can be a pain, but Cellars has found a colorful, fun, and out-there way to address the issues that people with uteri have to suffer.  I am not one of those people, so I rely on the viewpoint of filmmakers like Cellars and others to walk me through the process, as it were.

Conversations about bodily processes like menstruation and reproduction can make people uncomfortable, but The Cramps brings the subject to the table with an irreverence that transcends audience discomfort.

Cellars brings to mind Russ Meyer and Herschell Gordon Lewis, with a touch of Go Go culture and a soupçon of John Waters, much like Anna Biller’s The Love Witch (2016). 

It’s just a hair melodramatic with our soft-spoken lead meandering through the perils of romance, family, and… other things. But the sass from everyone else, like her new boss, Martini Bear (Laverne Lancaster), brings it right back home.  The special effects are on that edge of cheesy that aficionados of B-Grade cinema adore.  The supporting cast of drag queens, queer folks, enbies and allies just make it an absolute hoot.

We all know that it’s difficult to make a “so-bad-it’s-good” movie on purpose, but Cellars has nailed it.  This is a cult movie wonder and I dig it, baby.

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Nothing Permanent in This Wicked World

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Tron: Ares

by Hope Madden

Tron was a fun idea in 1982. What director Joachim Rønning’s Tron: Ares gets very right is its commitment to simplicity, impressive yet simple visual effects, and soundtrack.

Greta Lee is Eve Kim, head of ENCOM, a tech industry whose whiz kid founder vanished back in the 80s. Kim’s been working on AI that can materialize into something concrete—like an orange tree. But she’s missing the string of code that will make the thing permanent, helping her eradicate hunger and do so many other good things AI will clearly never actually be used to do.

Meanwhile, megatech competitor Julian Dillinger (Evan Peters) is materializing soldiers, of course. But their impermanence is a stickler for him as well.

The race is one to own the permanence code! Natch, Dillinger sends one of his soldiers (Ares, played by Jared Leto) to nab Kim, leading to adventures inside and out of “the grid”.

Is it dumb? Of course it is. Is it fun? Sometimes it really is! There’s a motorcycle chase that looks amazing, a gorgeous opening sequence, and visuals that manage to be both forward thinking and adorably retro—kind of a highly polished version of a tech world as imagined in the early 1980s.

Supporting turns from effortless badass Jodie Turner-Smith and ever glorious Gillian Anderson class up the joint. And did I mention the characteristically jarring, distorted and sorely missed sounds of Nine Inch Nails?

Jared Leto does his best Jared Leto, handsome and wise and weirdly stiff. Whatever. But Greta Lee is clearly better than the material, which can’t help but elevate the few scenes requiring true acting. She runs well too. And Peters is a bit of fun as our favorite punching bag, the spoiled, entitled, weak tech billionaire playboy. (He’s no Nicholas Hoult, but the performance is still solid.)

Is Tron: Ares great? It is not. But it doesn’t suck, either.

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Tale of Three Pretties

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Kiss of the Spider Woman

by George Wolf

Trusting Bill Condon to bring the Kiss of the Spider Woman stage musical to the big screen is an understandable choice. With Dreamgirls, Chicago and even Beauty and the Beast, the man has shown he knows how to write and/or direct the necessary pop and pizazz.

He brings both again this time, just enough to offset what’s lacking on the political intrigue side of the ledger.

Based on the 1993 Tony Award-winning adaptation of Manuel Piug’s 1976 novel (which also spawned the 1985 film version), Condon’s Kiss keeps the core story intact. It’s set after Argentina’s coup d’état in the late 70s, when the military dictatorship began rounding up scores of political opponents.

One of these activists, Valentín (Diego Luna), is sharing a jail cell with Molina (Tonatiuh), a window dresser who has been convicted of “public indecency” with another man. To brighten their spirits, Molina begins regaling Valentín with the plot of one of his favorite movie musicals starring the glamorous Ingrid Luna (Jennifer Lopez).

All three actors impress in multiple roles, as Condon crafts the fantasy song-and-dance numbers with the staging, visual panache and aspect ratio to recall the golden age of Hollywood. Shifting often from lavish sequence to jail cell squalor, the film’s two plot lines begin to mirror each other, and some layers of love, loss, and sacrifice grow stronger than others.

The fantasy throwbacks, queer and Latin influences pull each other along nicely, but Condon never quite establishes the prison as a setting with real grit or tangible danger. Granted, it’s tricky to walk this line without recalling too much Man of La Mancha. But the lengths which Condon goes to differentiate the worlds visually only makes those slippery tone shifts more curious.

Is it entertaining? It is, even at just over two hours. JLo is award-worthy yet again, Luna is quietly heroic and Tonatiuh (Carry-On) delivers a smashing and star-making breakout turn. Give in to them all, and Kiss of the Spider Woman can get you lost in the fantasy.

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Don’t Wanna Grow Up

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Roofman

by Hope Madden

It’s been nine years since Derek Cianfrance directed a feature, but he’s still drawn to beautifully impossible tenderness and insurmountable longing. This time, though, the story is true.

Roofman, which Cianfrance co-wrote with Kirk Gunn, tells the somehow delightful story of Jeffrey Manchester (Channing Tatum). In 2000, Manchester was convicted of breaking into a series of McDonald’s locations by drilling through the roof. Like the gentlemanly true-life bandit of Old Man and the Gun, Manchester is remembered by his victims exclusively as a good guy.

That didn’t lighten his sentence, but no matter, because by the beginning of Act 2, the real story begins with Manchester on the run and living inside a Toys-r-Us.

Cianfrance and Gunn keep pretty close to the real details of the case, perhaps because the story’s nutty enough as is, or maybe because it’s not the story beats they’re looking to explore. Roofman is a film more fascinated by the human than the criminal, and Tatum’s characterization brims with humanity.

Channing Tatum can be hit or miss, but his strongest performances are those that allow him to find both vulnerability and humor in a character. He’s never been better than in Zoë Kravitz’s Blink Twice, where he tinged his techbro narcissist with just enough amiable doofus to be truly terrifying. But his turn in Fly Me to the Moon sank because he was the handsome, brilliant straight man—not funny, not dumb, not broken.

Luckily, Cianfrance understands Tatum’s strengths and Roofman offers the actor ample opportunity to be all three of those things. The result is an affable, broken sweetheart of a crook you can’t help but root for, even though you know he’ll probably shoot himself in the foot.

Tatum’s not alone. Kirsten Dunst is steal-the-show wonderful as Leigh, the Toys-r-Us employee Jeffrey falls for. Peter Dinklage is a ton of fun as Mitch, unfeeling store manager with a weakness for No Doubt. Ben Mendelsohn turns up in a small but entertainingly off-brand character. And as Jeffrey’s army buddy Steve, LaKeith Stanfield’s weary, wiry performance offsets Tatum’s lovable dumbassedness as a stark reminder of the type of person who can survive as a criminal.

Like Blue Valentine and A Place Beyond the Pines, Roofman is another romantic look at good dads who make bad decisions. Cianfrance may be preoccupied with one story, but he does tell it well.

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Always Been in Meat

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Chain Reactions

by Hope Madden

Not everyone believes Tobe Hooper’s The Texas Chain Saw Massacre is a masterpiece of American filmmaking. I find those people suspicious. Luckily, those are not the people filmmaker Alexandre O. Philippe (Memory: The Origins of Alien, 78/52) talks to for his latest documentary, Chain Reactions.

The film is a celebration of 50 years of TCM. The celebrants are five of the film’s biggest fans: Patton Oswalt, Takashi Miike, Alexandra Heller-Nicholas, Stephen King, and Karyn Kusama. It’s a good group. Each share intimate and individual reminiscences and theories about the film, its impact on them as artists, and its relevance as a piece of American cinema. What their ruminations have in common is just as fascinating as the ways in which their thoughts differ.

Heller-Nicholas, an Australian film critic and writer, creates a fascinating connection between Hooper’s sunbaked tale of a cannibal family with desert-set Aussie horrors like Wake in Fright and Wolf Creek. Meanwhile, Kusama sees the story as profoundly, almost poignantly American.

And Miike, genre master responsible for some of the most magnificent and difficult films horror has to offer, including Ichi the Killer and Audition, credits The Texas Chain Saw Massacre with inspiring him to become a filmmaker. And all because a Charlie Chaplin retrospective was sold out!

Philippe’s approach is that of a fan and an investigator. When Oswalt compares Hooper scenes to those from silent horror classics, Philippe split screens the images for our consideration. When Kusama digs into the importance of the color red, Chain Reactions shows us. We feel the macabre comedy, the verité horror, the beauty and the grotesque.

It’s fascinating what the different speakers have in common. So many talk about Leatherface, worry about him, pointing out that from Leatherface’s perspective, TCM is a home invasion movie.

What you can’t escape is the film’s influence and its craft. The set design should be studied. Hooper’s use of color, his preoccupation with the sun and the moon, the way he juxtaposes images of genuine beauty with the grimmest sights imaginable.

Each of these artists came to the film from a different perspective—some having seen it early enough in their youth to have been left scarred, others having taken it in as adults and still being left scarred. But each one sees layers and importance—poetry, even—in Hooper’s slice of savage cinema.

Chain Reactions is an absolute treasure of a film for fans of The Texas Chain Saw Massacre.

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Machinations of the Gods

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Deathstalker

by Hope Madden

From the Saturday morning lunacy of Psycho Goreman to the puppet chaos of Frankie Freako, Steven Kostanski has mastered the art of recreating the most ridiculous entertainments of Eighties youngsters. He wasn’t always this way. His 2016 film The Void was an outright, non-satirical horror, and it was great, kind of Halloween 2 by way of H.P. Lovecraft.

But Manborg (2011) and Father’s Day (also 2011) suggested early that Kostanski’s heart is with silly, juvenile retoolings of the crap we watched as kids in the 80s.

His latest, Deathstalker, is another reminder of how we wasted our mornings, middays and late nights. A loose and intentionally silly remake of the 1983 Barbi Benton vehicle, Deathstalker returns to a time when special fx were ludicrous, costumes were Spirit Halloween level authentic, and drama was high.

Like any of those earnest swords and sorcery fantasies, there’s a barely clothed and begrudging hero, a magical sidekick mainly there for exposition and comic relief, and a young one to mentor and learn from.

And, again, really bad masks and Halloween decorations.

Our reluctant hero is the titular Deathstalker, played by longtime action character actor Daniel Bernhardt, who’s played a soldier/assassin/villainous athlete in everything from Bloodsport 2 throughand Nobody 1 & 2.

His soldiering behind him, Deathstalker contents himself with scavenging from dead knights fighting an unholy army. But an amulet he takes from one not-quite-dead knight compels him on a journey to save the universe from endless darkness and torment.

Naturally, he’ll need the help of a wizard who can translate the runes on the amulet and explain long lost history and curses and what not. Doodad’s the name, voiced by Patton Oswalt and performed by Laurie Field. The diminutive wizard is a perfect ode, but two wheels is hardly enough. A brash young upstart is required, and Brisbayne (Christina Orjalo) fits the bill.

Kostanski’s touch is so spot on, and his chosen subgenre is so ridiculous to begin with, that you may forget this is a spoof, or at least a fun romp. His work is too loving to be truly spoof, but there’s little room in this type of film to go over-the-top with anything. There’s no top. Even for all its wild nonsense, Deathstalker could pass for an honest reboot rather than a comedic retooling.

Nothing will ever match Psycho Goreman for inspired lunacy. Deathstalker certainly doesn’t, but it definitely offers a bit of fun.

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Windflower

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Anemone

by Hope Madden

As a young filmmaker, would having arguably the most revered actor of his generation—perhaps of all time—as a father be a blessing or a curse? For Ronan Day-Lewis, directing his first feature with co-writer and lead actor (and dad) Daniel Day-Lewis, it seems to be working out.

Anemone is a tale of fathers and sons, of one generation of men inflicting damage upon the next, and the tenderness that either dies, finds an outlet, or runs to madness.

Sean Bean a is Jem, a good man who strikes out from his dodgy neighborhood in Northern England to the woods, led by the navigational coordinates on the back of a page that reads: Anemone: In Case of Emergency, Break Glass.

The coordinates lead him to his brother, Ray (DDL), a hermit since his time fighting against the IRA. Ray is wanted at home.

Like many of Day-Lewis’s greatest performances, his work here impresses with lengthy stretches of silence punctuated by a couple of brilliantly executed monologues. His lean and scrappy physicality belie the character’s vulnerability in ways that expertly match Ray’s reticent then vulgar speech.

Ray’s a man off the rails, while Bean deftly crafts a character who’s found comfort and strength in structure. Neither actor overplays the brothers’ differences, rather falling into a tenuous if lived-in familiarity.

The great Samantha Morton and an impressive Samuel Bottomley round out the cast, but as usual, all eyes are on Day-Lewis.

RDL knows it, not only providing memorable lines, but crafting an atmosphere that evokes Ray’s troubling inner landscape. Bobby Krlic’s (Eddington, Beau Is Afraid, Midsommar) score conjures an angry melancholy while moments of painterly surrealism deliver flashes of beautiful, hopeful madness. Even when lensing the natural elegance of Ray’s isolated world, RDL and cinematographer Ben Fordesman (Love Lies Bleeding, Saint Maud) evoke a magical splendor.

Anemone feels uncertain of how to resolve itself, to bridge the two worlds it creates. Structure failed Ray, and it nearly fails Anemone. But the film offers more than enough reason to believe in filmmaker Ronan Day-Lewis. And if you needed another reason to believe in actor Daniel Day-Lewis, well, here you go.