"Let's pretend we're telling another story."
My thoughts are all fragmented. I just know that I'm seething with rage. And my stomach is turning because I can already see the utter indifference my rage will be met with. I could spend time arguing, presenting my case in the most cogent and comprehensive way imaginable, and still, my argument would pass through the insensate heads of the cis audience that received this film so ecstatically. It makes me not want to engage. In fact, I never want…
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
I've been growing increasingly disinterested in what I'll call "scientific" horror films—or maybe, more to the point, films that smuggle in the scientific under the pretense of metaphor. By scientific, I mean to suggest rule-based, overdetermined plot (among other things). It grates against my sensibility when, as I feel happens here, the science of the film muddles the emotion/themes. In this case, the growing concern with the demonic cult and their endgame (really? riches?) consumes the movie in order to…