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‘The Barrens’ Review: A Devilish Disappointment
Darren Lynn Bousman quickly gained a following within the community in a way many filmmakers don’t. Bousman came out of the gates strong with his direction of Saw II, III, and IV. His Saw tenure was followed by his instant cult classic Repo! The Genetic Opera (not written by Bousman). The man could do no wrong! From there, he made waves with Mother’s Day (also not written by Bousman). And that’s when it started to go downhill. 11-11-11 was a mess that burned fans of Bousman. Alleluia! The Devil’s Carnival (not written by Bousman) failed to hit that same core audience that fawned over Repo!. And that’s when he made his Jersey Devil film, The Barrens.
The Barrens: A Family Camping Nightmare
Richard Vineyard (Stephen Moyer) takes his new wife, Cynthia (Mia Kirshner), and his children, Sadie (Allie MacDonald) and Danny (Peter DaCunha), on a weekend camping trip to the Pine Barrens. What’s supposed to be a lovely weekend away from life and work quickly turns into a battle of life and death. Richard seems off from the start and only gets more…quirky as it goes on. Does the Jersey Devil truly exist, or is the Jersey Devil nothing more than a conduit for the horrors committed by man?
The Barrens is written and directed by Darren Lynn Bousman, and it starts strong. Richard is desperately trying to keep his family together while suffering from an unknown condition. Cythnia is actively trying to have a relationship with her teenage stepdaughter without pushing too many boundaries. And poor Dylan just wants to be happy. Bousman’s story setup is excellent. The only big plot hole in the story is (as someone who spent a majority of their life growing up in Philadelphia) that people from Philly don’t typically go to the Pine Barrens to go camping. (That’s kind of a joke, kind of not.)
Why The Barrens Fails: Visual and Character Missteps
To accurately discuss why this film is awfully conceived, we need to get into some spoilers. Before we do that, we need to talk about how plain of a film this is. The Barrens takes no visual risks. You’d think the person who directed the visually stunning, wild transition-filled Saw II, III, and IV would be able to do something visually interesting with this woods-based horror film. You’d be wrong. Bousman’s direction fails in two specific ways. First, his visual direction is nothing more than point-and-shoot. Second, his character direction is, “make faces so the audience knows something is wrong.”
Stephen Moyer is an incredible actor (on True Blood). It seems that Moyer has taken the wrong lessons away from his tenure with the HBO property. While the constant brooding and sullen acting style works for Bill Compton, it does not for Richard Vineyard. Moyer’s performance is distractingly one-note. At least he gets to use his actual accent.
Jersey Devil Horror
The entirety of the film plays off the question of whether or not the Jersey Devil is real. Richard’s dwindling mental capacity is the focal point of the film’s horror. A neighboring camper goes missing the same night that Richard wakes up randomly in the woods. Richard’s realistically bizarre waking nightmare accompanies this. Bousman attempts to make the audience question whether or not Richard is committing these atrocities, if the Jersey Devil is committing them, or if Richard is committing them at the behest of the Jersey Devil.
SPOILER ALERT
I would have forgiven many of the film’s faults if they had taken the direction of Richard being nothing more than a sick individual with a weird fascination with the Jersey Devil. Rather than going with a more grounded approach, Bousman does one final “twist,” and we learn that not only is the Jersey Devil real, but it’s what caused all of these murders. Why was Richard acting so off, you may ask? He has rabies. RABIES. Are you kidding me?
Bousman slaps the audience in the face with this reveal. It’s beyond lazy and adds insult to injury to the audience who stuck with this awful film thus far.
Skip This Jersey Devil Flop
As much as I love cryptids, they’re our version of the Brothers Grimm. Creatures like the Jersey Devil, Mothman, Loch Ness, and the Squonk are nothing more than attempts to keep younger people out of the woods or inside by the time the streetlights come on. It’s a darker version of Santa Claus. The Barrens feels like Darren Lynn Bousman was too afraid to try and make a film with a deeper point; sometimes the monsters are the people we would least expect. Stay away from this film if you have any interest in Jersey Devil lore. You’ll be sorely disappointed.
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‘Shutter’ (2004) Review: Is Aughts-ful
The aughts were the wild wild west when it came to remakes and reboots. One subgenre that excelled in striking fear into the hearts of North Americans was unquestionably J-horror. It was a craze that gave a 10-ish-year-old me nightmares for too much of my childhood. Out of all of the J-horror remakes that frightened me, the one I never got around to checking out was Shutter. Which is what I was initially going to open this review with. That was until I realized that Shutter wasn’t a J-horror remake! Talk about egg on my face!
A Haunting Tale in Japan
Shutter follows Ben Shaw (Joshua Jackson), a seasoned photographer who moves to Japan with his new wife Jane (Rachael Taylor). Their first night in Japan gets off to an awful start when Jane runs over a mysterious woman at night. Jane starts seeing this mysterious woman throughout her daily life, and Ben’s photos become unusable when a spirit takes them over one by one. Is this spirit coming after Ben and Jane for the accident? Or, is this spirit haunting them for a more sinister reason?
This hastily assembled remake is directed by Masayuki Ochiai and written by Luke Dawson. After Shutter, Dawson’s only other notable script would be the 2015 flop The Lazarus Effect. Which is what I was initially going to write until I learned that The Lazarus Effect brought in nearly $40 million at the box office. It’s difficult to say what the worst part of Shutter is, but the script is definitely at the top of that list. Not only is the script boring and bereft of any real terror, but the characters are beyond flat. Even without having seen Shutter (2004), it was clear what direction this film was taking, and any suspense that could have existed flew right out the window.
Failed Cultural Commentary
Dawson’s script attempts to take a look at white people forcibly inserting themselves into a culture and making it all about themselves. But it’s such a surface-level observation and handled with the care of a five-year-old’s crayon drawing that it’s nearly laughable. At the very least, Shutter does succeed at being a good-for-her film. And for that, I can tip my hat.
Director Masayuki Ochiai and cinematographer Katsumi Yanagijima fail to explore any space in any meaningful way. Japan is a beautiful location, and it’s completely wasted throughout this film. The only really visually interesting moment is the well-choreographed car crash. From there, things quickly go downhill. I’m sure there’s a way to make a film about spirit photography feel interesting and scary, but this is definitely not the right approach.
Shutter is a Forgettable Horror Flop
I’ve covered a lot of films during my tenure at Horror Press that I’ve never seen before. It’s a gamble I’m happy to risk. Whether they hit or miss doesn’t usually matter to me. For some reason, I held Shutter in high regard. I thought people were over the moon for this film. I suppose I can add this to my list of films, such as The Barrens and Warm Bodies, as ones I could easily consider a complete waste of time.
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Brooklyn Horror Film Festival 2025: ‘Buffet Infinity’ Review
Within the found footage subgenre exists an even more niche and untapped market. Screen life has slowly overtaken found footage; hardcore fans, like myself, ache for something different. One of the more interesting sub-subgenres of found footage is something that I don’t think has a name yet, so let’s name it here and now. How about…TV-gone-rogue! The TV-gone-rogue subgenre is small. Ghostwatch got the ball rolling for these gone rogue-like films, but there was radio silence for quite some time. It would be Chris LaMartina’s WNUF Halloween Special that really brought this idea back into the limelight. Many filmmakers have tried to make TV-gone-rogue interesting, and many have failed. That is until Simon Glassman stepped onto the scene with Buffet Infinity.
Buffet Infinity: A Chaotic Tale of Westridge
The town (city?) of Westridge is whisked into chaos when the new Buffet Infinity restaurant rolls into town. Local sandwich shop owner Jennifer Avery (Allison Bench) is the first to take the soon-to-be conglomerate to task with increasingly pointed advertisements. Suddenly, local restaurant owners/workers go missing in droves as Buffet Infinity expands into neighboring businesses. Sinkholes, missing cityfolk, quarantines, and mysterious sounds abound, leaving residents to ask one question…who really has the sauce?
On the Brooklyn Horror Film Festival schedule, the header image for Buffet Infinity shows multiple people T-posing and floating in the sky. I was immediately sold. I had no clue what I was getting into, and I didn’t want to know. The film was introduced as “one of the craziest we have this year.” (Slightly paraphrasing.) What was I about to watch? Little did I know, it was about to be an hour and forty minutes of small-town madness.
Writers Allison Bench and Elisia Snyder, and writer-director Simon Glassman, transport viewers into an upside down world of weaponized local ads; a thriving town invaded by the deep pockets of monopolized capitalism. As someone who grew up in a decently sized town, though probably not large enough to be considered a city, there was a tinge of nostalgia that accompanied Buffet Infinity. Westridge feels cozy and intimate, a town where everyone knows your name. It’s a “baked in a buttery flaky crust” town. Sure, they have their McDonald’s and Burger Kings, but the real townsfolk eat at Jennifer’s sandwich shop–local knitting circles murmur about what they think is in Jennifer’s secret sauce. Simply put, Westridge feels like a home that many people like myself grew up in. And it reminds us of a simpler time that’s long gone.
A Unique Blend of Humor and Eldritch Terror
Buffet Infinity hides its horror well. It slowly guides the viewer into a sense of unease. As easily as the creators have you laughing, they have you squirming. The absurdist joy quickly transforms into Eldritch terrors from beyond. Many filmmakers say they’re inspired by the idea of it’s-not-what-you-see that’s scary, but many times it feels performative. Bench, Glassman, and Snyder have crafted a truly special script that edges you with terror and excitement. They constantly push you to the edge of release, and then back away. It’s the Japanese water torture of exposition. And, for me, it works incredibly well.
One of the most important aspects of Buffet Infinity is the over-capitalization of our lives. While the creators tackle this idea in a tongue-in-cheek manner, their message is highly effective. For the most part. This constant tete-a-tete between Buffet Infinity and the locals is highly amusing, but brings a larger conversation to the forefront. The town I grew up in is a shadow of what it once was. And I know many feel the same about the towns they grew up in. I can already hear the moans of people who dislike this film: “Brandon, it’s not that deep.” And I would highly disagree. Buffet Infinity feels like a reflective protest film–a loud and proud middle finger at what we should have said when the Super Walmart put mom and pops out of business.
Sorry, this review has gone off the rails. Let’s reel it back in a bit.
Why Buffet Infinity Redefines Found Footage
Buffet Infinity is a riotous romp, a hilarious horror that goes from zero to 100 pretty damn fast. Each commercial slowly builds on its last and uniquely tells its story. This film sets a new precedent for the TV-gone-rogue subgenre. Not to directly compare, but a film like WNUF Halloween Special (a film I love) uses its commercials as a coda; it’s a separation of what you saw/heard and prepares you for the next movement. Buffet Infinity uses its commercial to create the story. Instead of watching news pieces, then irrelevant commercials, then back to news pieces, Buffet Infinity breaks the mold. Hell, it creates the mold.
As someone who has been dying to see a Welcome to Nightvale film, Buffet Infinity is the closest thing I could ask for. It is full of killer performances (looking at you, Ahmed Ahmed), is well-crafted, and sets a new precedent on an underutilized side of found footage. Buffet Infinity is a full-course meal. I highly suspect that Buffet Infinity will gather the unwavering support that Hundreds of Beavers gathered and will go on to be considered an instant classic of the 2020s.


