Los Angeles based screenwriter, homosexual, and co-host of Bloodhaus, an arthouse horror podcast.
Really enjoyed this deeply unpleasant movie. It’s a vaguely gay (but also homophobic), teeny bopper take on Henry: Portrait of a Serial Killer. Charlie Sheen and Maxwell Caulfield are at their most beautiful, and who knew Caulfield could actually act? This film has a very punk sensibility, and I love 80s LA so much.
It’s metal AF that this movie opens with the narrator casting a spell on *the audience* and I don’t know why hundreds of movies don’t have this opening. Anyway, if my spouse was doing witchcraft on my behalf, I would simply let them. One time I did a spell to get my ex boyfriend a job at Netflix and it worked, but no boy has ever done a spell for me :(
I wrote this review while I was sick
Most of the criticisms I see for this movie are, "men are terrible! We already know that!"
That feels like an uncharitable and unsatisfactory interpretation of this movie given the pagan imagery of the divine masculine/feminine and all the weird male birthing imagery in the third act. The problem is, I'm not sure what the movie IS trying to say. Maybe it doesn't matter. It does feel smarter than, "men are bad," though.
I ding this for the trauma backstory,…