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I hadn’t seen or thought of this movie in years when I randomly had a dream in which a friend told me about a weird horror movie containing a scene where a nude Drew Barrymore is literally showered in blood. As she excitedly told me beats about the movie, we say in unison, “It’s called Doppelganger!” The day after my dream, someone posts about the movie in a Facebook horror group I’m in. A day after that, another friend posts…
Comes out of the gate strong with an unbelievably effective prologue, setting a sinister mood of unease and dread. A casualty of both COVID and the Fox/Disney merger, as well as being a film that’s not so easy to market to mass audiences, it deserved a better release with more fanfare. One could be forgiven for thinking that it’s teenage Screen Gems horror lite based on the title, but make no mistake, this is a full-on weird, R-rated adult creeper.…
A twisty and playful two-hander that goes into major holyfuckingshit territory in the final act. You'll spend most of the runtime trying to figure out where it's going – and your mind will go to some out there places – but this is light years beyond what you could have possibly imagined.
It’s refreshing to see the Warrens outside of a single location, as well as having them go up against a different big bad than just another demon. But it still feels “less than”, probably because Michael Chaves is no James Wan. The first two movies had the hair on the back of my neck standing up for nearly the whole runtime. This one gave me goosebumps for a hot second or two (the morgue scene was the standout). As long as Farmiga and Wilson are game to keep making these, I’ll keep watching.
RIP Desiree Gould. I met the cast at a Fangoria Weekend of Horrors around twenty years ago and they were all so damn nice, especially her.
As for the film, Camp Arawak is an HR nightmare. It says something when the best employee is walking around with his dick visible through his shorts. This movie feels less like intentional sleaze and more like it was made by people who didn’t know any better. Solid FX for such a low budget. I love revisiting this every few years.
It’s like the family friendly version (well, until the end) of “Television Terror”, the Morton Downey Jr. episode of Tales From the Crypt. The character of Frank Stewart is pitch perfect and his crowd work outside the house is hilarious. The commercials are a real treat, but there’s a touch too many. Still, I wish that Sarcophagus was a real movie because I want to watch it now.