they/them. sometimes maker of subconsciously invasive (and horny!) video art and trouble.
truly bizarre how this elevated eco-horror jam sets itself up to eventually transition into cosmic maritime splatterfest and then almost immediately dips. competent in just about every way but that’s precisely the problem; it’s just too mild-mannered to be an engaging genre exercise and the drama lacks any recognizable flair. so instead you’re just left with this ultimately formless limp dick of an aquatic creature feature, either too hesitant to really “go there” or genuinely convinced that it’s above doing so.
either way, it’s a slog. but at least when the Lovecraftian imagery is there it feels committed, just in unsatisfying increments.
sorta feels perpetually stuck in the third act from the get-go; not necessarily anything new or inherently bad given the genre, but it builds a solid amount of tension - initially only providing brief, detached yet intimate glimpses at its uniformed killer - only to stay in the same gear for far too long. essentially, it lacks both the momentum and abstraction that often elevates slashers from basic to weird and beyond.
still, appreciated the cozy interiors and Savini’s memorable…
Lynne Ramsay understands children. By setting her marvelous debut in Glasgow during the national garbage strike of the mid-1970's, the writer-director ensures that not one of the city's wayward youth has it easy. Many grow up too fast, become sexual deviants, and treat those who refuse to mature at their inappropriately rapid pace as playthings. Such is the case with James, the endearing protagonist, who in spite of all the grime and cruelty of the times is able to look…