Horror comedy is such a difficult genre to pull off. It’s a delicate balance of pathos and relief that requires a careful approach and a keen sense of timing. Not for Osgood Perkins though. He is a bull in a china shop.
Every joke is out of left field and more stupid than the last, every attempted scare is just as frustrating and bonkers as the ones that came before. Nothing builds, nothing really pays off. For a movie that seems…
This movie was made in a lab for transgender alt women who use media to escape reality. It feels like the director reached through the screen and punched me in the fucking gut after gently kissing me on the lips.
The technical aspects are firing on all cylinders, and everyone involved is working at the top of their game. Literally just images and sounds convey so much with so little. It’s the kind of movie that reminds you why you love movies, and the power and hold they can have over us.
It constantly delivers with intuitive and experimental creative choices that slowly become more than the sum of their parts. It’s delicate and heartbreaking, and left me devastated by the end.
I went in without really knowing what it was about and highly recommend others do the same.
