Bigger, crazier, nastier and, in a way, funnier in its pitch-black, blood-soaked humor than its predecessor, Terrifier 2 capitalizes H (as well as all the remaining letters) in ‘horror’, providing the viewer with what will probably prove to be the most visceral, gut-wrenching experience of 2022. Increasingly surreal, not to mention relentlessly nightmarish in the irrational mayhem on display, the film sees David Howard Thornton reprising the silent role of the demonic, seemingly indestructible Art the Clown. Armed with brilliant mime skills, he steals the gory show, cements his character’s position in the pantheon of the creepiest bogeymen, and once again makes Pennywise look like a children’s party entertainer, with Killer Klowns from Outer Space reduced to Teletubbies. As Art rips, slashes and bludgeons his wicked way through the flesh of the victims who often deserve more sympathy than the cannon fodder of Terrifier, Leone creates a strong heroine, i.e. ‘final girl’ in Sienna portrayed by magnetic Lauren LaVera, raising the cine-fantasy bar pretty high during the climactic confrontation. If another sequel is in plans (the morbid post-credit scene hints it is), it would be a shame not to have her return, and perhaps kick Art’s butt in some meta-universe, why not? Whatever the director has in store for us next, we can’t help but admire the mad love invested in creating Terrifier 2, and reflected in gruesomely awesome practical effects, Paul Wiley’s energizing synth-heavy score that evokes the 80’s, and eye-pleasing (or, rather, eye-piercing?) visuals elevated by great lighting, all on a pretty tight $250,000 budget.
In an inhospitable world that appears to be a post-apocalyptic dystopia of some alternative universe, an ape-faced man and a kid with a sack on its head wander around a bunker-like underground inhabited solely by grotesque figures, each one wearing a mask more freaky than the next. Or maybe those aren’t masks at all, but rather disfigured faces of mutant beings embodying the worst traits of humanity? Whatever the case may be, 2551.01 is a morbidly, painfully beautiful piece of punk / DIY cinema that manages to transcend the budgetary constraints, and fiercely plunge you in its nasty, twisted universe right from the abrasive get-go – a stroboscopic sequence of violent protests accompanied by a pounding speed / black metal track. Following the intensely electrifying opening is a series of ultra-bizarre events that involve a family dinner from the worst nightmares, the creepiest of kindergartens, and laboratory experiments of nauseating qualities, as they evoke the memories of wide range of films, from the silent era and Lynch’s haunting debut Eraserhead, to The Texas Chainsaw Massacre and Yevgeny Yufit’s necrorealism, to cult favorites such as Begotten and Rubber’s Lover. It goes without saying that 2551.01 is an epitome of creative madness; a bold, visceral, inspired and uncompromising work of art, pulling no punches and – in the complete absence of dialogues – superbly exemplifying the ‘show, don’t tell’ approach to filmmaking.
Applying Western formula for Gothic horror, Hajime Satō – whose work I’m encountering for the first time – delivers eerie atmosphere in spades, only to amp up the pulp and irrationality to eleven during the final and most nightmarish third of his haunted house flick. Often preposterous story is served with such verve and gusto, that you can’t help but go along with its madness, as you relish in the stunningly beautiful B&W cinematography complemented by creaky noises, spine-chilling ghost moans, over-the-top evil laughter, and sudden gushes of wind through the hall decorated by a grotesque statue of the Devil.
Oozing with and heavily relying on sultry atmosphere of teen melancholy, subtle eroticism and superstition-infused mystery, Agustina San Martín’s feature debut is a risky, unapologetically lyrical take on coming-of-age-and-out story. Set in a misty village tucked away on the Argentinian border with Brazil, it enchants you with its liminal, hypnagogic qualities, as the lines between dream, myth and reality are continuously blurred, until they’re completely erased. The young author often insists of long, hypnotizing takes and – assisted by cinematographer Constanza Sandoval – she delivers a plethora of meticulously framed shots that beautifully capture angst and vulnerability on the angelic face of a 17-yo heroine, Emilia (newcomer Tamara Rocca), as well as the oneiric trappings of the place surrounded by a thick rainforest. Refusing to provide any clear answers (let alone a plot resolution), San Martín concocts a strong potion of far-reaching gazes, deliberate pauses and cryptic symbols in her meditation on sexual awakening.
Tradition comes with zero values in the first Cameroonian feature – an honest portrayal of the country’s culture damaged by colonialism, as well as of young love torn by humiliating customs deeply stained with sexism and the abuse of power. Attacking the reactionary ways of thinking and doing, Dikongué-Pipa blends romantic tragedy, social drama and ethnographic study into a film of considerable formal strength, its stark B&W imagery beautifully capturing the sense of place, the modern generation’s disdain for patriarchal rules, and the intensity of emotions conveyed by the non-professional cast.
Dubbed ‘musikrimi’ by its authors, The Mystery of the Green Spider is a quirky amalgam of musical and murder mystery set in a night club called ‘Green Spider’, and revolving around the case of a singer shot dead during a loud trumpet solo. Light in tone, it combines – to a rather charming effect – often humorous cabaret performances with a whodunnit investigation by both the police and a nosy journalist hero, so even if you’re not a schlager fan, you might enjoy the film for its beautiful B&W imagery, or its sheer, cheerful weirdness.
A promising, technically competent and artistically pleasing solo debut for Zach Cregger, Barbarian serves edge-of-the-seat suspense in a hefty dose, as it twists and turns into some unexpected directions, unafraid to be silly and suspension-of-disbelief-stretching in its deliberate use of horror tropes. The less you know about it, the better, but I guess that it won’t hurt to mention the awkwardly great chemistry between Pennywise, pardon, Bill Skarsgård and Georgina Campbell (in the role of an unassuming heroine) in the first, Psycho-inspired act, as well as Justin Long’s excellent take on a sleezeball character (potential sexual predator) who is too self-absorbed to realize the saving power of motherly love...
Once again, Ti West proves to be an expert in invoking the spirits of bygone era(s), bringing back the highly saturated sheen, as well as pronounced acting of Technicolor movies this time around. A prequel to his gerontophobic, suspension-of-disbelief-testing slasher X, Pearl mostly serves as a vehicle for Mia Goth’s talents, and in that regard, it is a crowning achievement. Her rendition of a seemingly innocent farm girl’s descent into madness is in equal measures funny, creepy, intense, and heartbreaking, culminating in what has to be one of the longest and most grotesquely disturbing smiles in the history of cinema. Although the table soliloquy that she delivers in the final act feels somewhat gratuitous, it does add a few shades to her pull-no-punches performance, and even sustains some of the viewer’s sympathy, in spite of the horrific, unforgiving acts her anti-heroine does. As she leads Pearl into the pantheon of the most memorable cine-villainesses, West plays pretty safe, checking all the boxes of the genre, but bringing nothing new beside the attractive stylistic flourishes. However, in times when many of his colleagues try to scare the audience with single-meaning metaphors, his darkly humorous, briskly paced and visually striking take on an ‘anyone can snap under the oppressive circumstances’ story comes across as refreshing.
Caught it on cable and, to my surprise, stayed with it until the end, enjoying most of it. Yes, it’s flashy and gaudy, but unlike that other fictionalized biopic of the huge 20th century star, it provides the viewer with much more than the sheer, exploitative victimization of its subject. Austin Butler has a lot of charm and charisma to easily carry both the role of ‘King of Rock and Roll’, and the film itself, with all of its stylistic flourishes and gimmicks...
David Bruckner’s re-imagination of Clive Barker’s cult horror doesn’t live up to high expectations set by the director’s previous film – densely atmospheric chiller The Night House, which is why its position on the monthly list isn’t any higher. What makes it worth the mention are the memorable cenobite designs, Jamie Clayton’s imposing version of Pinhead, and the cathartic final scene involving the villainous Mr. Voight (Goran Višnjić).
























































