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‘Ick’ Review: Near-Perfect Sci-fi Horror is EMO AS F#%@!
Remember the 2000s? Remember how great they were? Wall Street, the war on terror, freedom fries, balloon boy…uhh, scratch that, remember 2000s movies??? The decade was filled with high-school-set, pop-punk scored, heartfelt, and hilarious fun on the big screen. No matter the genre, never was an era’s films more steeped in the aesthetics of its own decade, breathing in the wafting clouds of hairspray, letting eyes sag under the weight of Gerard Way’s eyeliner brand, and pulling up the latest bangers on an original iPod. While modern movies set during the 2000s have tried to capture the era through occasional needle drops or casual references that elicit a light chuckle, Joseph Kahn’s Ick truly understands what makes 2000s movies tick in a way that other nostalgia-fests don’t.
Ick follows Hank (Brandon Routh), a dorky, depressed High School science teacher who never left his hometown after a sporting accident left him unable to play Football in college. An ex-quarterback and ex-Prom King, one who lost the love of his life to his best friend, his life is spent living the glory days of the 2000s. But as a thought-to-be docile, terrifying alien substance begins to take over the town, he begins to suspect that his student Grace (Maline Weisman) might actually be his Daughter. Turns out, he might just finally have something to fight for. Hilarious, visceral, and heartfelt, with a killer pop-punk soundtrack perfect for Warped Tour, Ick is a feel-good horror-comedy throwback to emo cinema —and perhaps the most effective creature feature in years.
Ick Does Nostalgia Right
We live in an era of nostalgia. 80s nostalgia has dominated media for some time, and our collective brains are beginning to reflect on the 90s and 2000s. Ick works not because it’s a nostalgia vehicle, but in spite of it. The movie does not simply reflect on the surface-level aesthetics and visuals of the time period, but truly understands what makes a great 2000s High School movie.
The film has a genuine, heartfelt nature rarely seen in movies today, with a sense of humor straight from the time period and setting. Hank is a true underdog protagonist, and his journey is an optimistic and relatable one. While the ending (slight spoilers) may not completely resolve the threats at hand, it remains hopeful. As will be discussed later, nostalgia also works as one of the most important metaphors of the year.
Additionally, Brandon Routh is at his best in this leading role. He is so damn charming, every second he is on screen is a dorky delight. The supporting cast is also great at portraying a likable high school class, simultaneously grounded in realistic archetypes and problems, but heightened in some ways for comedic value.
The comedy is an absolute blast. By far the funniest movie of the year, the jokes only rarely miss. Kahn’s dynamic and fast-paced timing work perfectly in this witty, satirical comedy. Some of the millennial jokes going after Gen Z’s dialect can get a little bit old, but it never goes far enough to elicit a full groan, but maybe just the occasional eye roll from a younger viewer. This millennial-at-heart could not stop smiling for a second of the runtime, though.
Now, let’s get to the horror.

Image via Interstellar Entertainment
A Dynamic, Suspenseful Creature Feature
It’s been a while since we’ve gotten a truly great creature feature. Wolf Man was fun, and Sinners is the most talked about movie, horror or otherwise, of the year, but vampires and werewolves are sort of genres unto themselves. Ick truly understands how to make an original monster, even if one could hope for an even bloodier edit.
The Ick itself is pretty damn creepy. It works similarly to the 2008 movie Splinter, the creature is a plant-like substance that grows and overtakes everything in its path like the Blob, but expands into either goopy, fluid tentacles, or tree-branch-like appendages. It’s pretty damn gross. Additionally, this is combined with the brain-controlling powers of Invasion of the Body Snatchers, where the titular being can also zombify townspeople into cult-like, hive-minded worshippers. The movie has fun playing with numerous sci-fi horror tropes, blending The Faculty with The Blob, and perhaps a touch of Cronenberg for good measure.
The gore and kills are also great! Director Joseph Kahn has a lot of fun tearing people apart from the inside, having people eaten alive, burned, frozen, and bashed. No one killed the same way twice, and it is the perfect kind of alien mayhem cinema has been missing. However, it could still go that extra step. The movie is rated R, and it does not feel quite earned-just a little bit more practical blood and guts, and we would have total splatter nastiness. However, considering the heartfelt nature of the movie, this might be tonally for the best.
Dynamic Filmmaking

Picture above: The All American Rejects
A KILLER Soundtrack
When Fathom Events started its screening with a recorded intro from the Director, alongside some words from Tyson Ritter, frontman of All-American Rejects, you know the soundtrack is gonna be killer. As promised by the marketing, the soundtrack is perfect, and emo as HELL. All-American Rejects, Creed, Paramore, Blink-182…it is a scene kids’ dream movie soundtrack, and might even give Jennifer’s Body an emo run for its money.
The needle drops are over-the-top, and wildly over-dramatic, but would we really want it any other way? Ick promises a 2000s alternative soundtrack, and it does not disappoint. How can you possibly complain when the film’s all-is-lost moment is set to Hey, Delilah?
Monstrous Metaphors
Considering the movie is mostly set in the 2020s, with the main protagonist longing for the days when Blink-182 was associated with frat guys rather than emo kids, the movie utilizes its nostalgia as a metaphor for hope. We live in cynical times. The “Ick” in this movie can be a stand-in for any number of current worries. Nuclear war, COVID, political tension, McCarthyist era paranoia…the list goes on.
However, the Ick’s greatest threats are the characters’ working together, forming bonds, finding love, and, ultimately, rediscovering hope. Optimism. Again, the movie is not set in the 2000s, but purposefully lets that decade’s optimism seep into our time. Maybe, just maybe, hope is not something from a bygone era to be nostalgic for—it’s something we can still find in our current day, regardless of which bands are together and which have broken up.
So, is Ick the most important movie of our current day, then? Probably not. It’s far from perfect, but it might be exactly what we need as a society right now. It is a skin-crawling, feel-good horror movie that reminds us that maybe with the right people, the right motivations, and the right music, everything might just be okay.
Check out Ick in theaters now for a limited time through Fathom Events. Its more than worth the watch!
SOURCE: The Wrap, Drew Taylor, ‘Ick’ Director Joseph Kahn Is Tired of Being Head of the Curve
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‘Night Patrol’ Review: Vampiric Cop Horror Undone by Messy Execution
I really wanted to love Night Patrol. And to be quite honest, I did for the first 40 minutes or so. The set up has the right amount of intrigue, the characters have great potential and chemistry, and the world building begins to polish its concepts nicely around its midpoint. But as this action horror exploitation film progresses, strange choices in the screenplay and editing tarnish what it sets up.
What you’re fed is filling at first, but soon the cup runs dry. While its final moments do feel grand and fun, they are undoubtedly clumsy. And though Night Patrol’s chances of garnering a cult following seem highly likely just for the niche concept it hits on, the back half of the film leaves a sour aftertaste that makes it hard to enjoy as easily as most cult classics.
Night Patrol Sees Gang Members Take On Vampiric Cops
Crip Wazi (RJ Cyler) has his night take a sharp turn for the worse after a hookup with his Piru lover gets interrupted. But his misfortune isn’t from members of either gang spotting them: it’s the LAPD who arrive on the scene. What starts as a stop and search turns bloody fast as the mysterious unit of cops known as Night Patrol kill her suddenly. The newest member, Hawkins (Justin Long), doesn’t flinch as he becomes part of the deadly police gang in ritualistic fashion.
Narrowly escaping the encounter, Wazi returns home to the Colonial Courts to try and get help from the local Pirus, led by Bornelius (Freddie Gibbs). The plan is to avenge their own, but the entire neighborhood ends up in the crosshairs of the monstrous task force. Where the residents see a place and people to protect, Night Patrol sees little more than a chance to feed on its black and brown citizens.
A Strong Cast Led by RJ Cyler Delivers
At its core, it’s a solid concept: rival gangs band together with guns and African mysticism to fight some literal blood-sucking racist cops. If Pirus and Crips all got along, they might be able to gun down some vampires by the end of this movie. Its fun ideas are matched with an eclectic but appropriate cast: Freddie Gibbs, Flying Lotus, RJ Cyler, Justin Long, Dermot Mulroney, and most surprisingly of all Phillip Brooks, who you might know as WWE superstar CM Punk. Cyler, star of The Harder They Fall, very much carries with his performance here as he did there. He gets to show his emotional range throughout the film and works well with what he’s given. He’s only outpaced by Gibbs in terms of entertainment for the sheer number of great reactions Bornelius gets.
Justin Long’s physical performance oscillates from impressive to underwhelming here, but he is about as compelling as Cyler, all things considered. One scene in particular where he has an emotional outpouring as he discovers what Night Patrol is really all about struck hard. Brooks also manages to sell his vitriolic bastard of a character well, putting another mark down on his resume as a welcome sight in horror going forward.
A Clever but Confused Script
But unfortunately, fun performances can’t make up for the feet of clay the movie stands on. Its true weakness is in its storytelling and editing, which chops scenes and sections of the film up in a way that’s impossible to ignore.
Now, credit where it’s due. On a meta-textual level, the script has some clever flourishes. Its Black characters don’t start the movie on the back foot, intimately aware of the existence of Night Patrol, even if they can’t pin down exactly what kind of monsters they’re up against. There’s something to be said here of what it reflects: the acute awareness Black Americans are forced to have about the dangers of interacting with the wrong police officers and being at the mercy of violent policing.
The characters arm themselves well, they don’t walk into scenarios recklessly or leave themselves open to be torn apart (at least, not until late in the film). Wazi’s mother who evangelizes on the Zulu peoples and their occult knowledge, has been preparing for them for a long time. And when the vampires show up at their doorstep, the counter-offensive is quick.
In Spite of Night Patrol’s Charm, It’s A Plot Stretched Too Thin
I bring this up because, for as thoughtful and clever as that all is, those quality decisions highlight the uninspired and dull ones as well. The plot is still undeniably stretched out in an odd way. Part of the problem is the fact that there are effectively three different main characters in this story: Wazi, Hawkins, and Xavier (played by Jermaine Fowler). Xavier is Wazi’s cop brother, and Hawkins’ partner before he joins Night Patrol, making him the bridge between the two. But it’s a rickety bridge, and little care is paid to Xavier as a character who is one-dimensional in the end and really just human shaped fuel to keep the plot going. Hawkins gets a similar demotion later on but at least gets to be part of the ending and have a decent amount of screentime.
This problem of a plot stretched thin between characters is exacerbated by a slightly bloated runtime and a very disorderly rearrangement of scenes that plagues its back half. The characters have interactions in the third act that should have been established in the first or second. Expository and comedic beats that don’t fit the dire nature of the situation make for tonal road bumps. In some cases, continuity of where characters were and what they said is thrown out the window entirely. There’s a big reveal for comedic effect in the film’s last scenes, but its undercut by what a character said just minutes prior spoiling the joke.
A Nightmare of Editing Hamstrings Ryan Prows Fantastic Directing
Director Ryan Prows has proven himself highly competent in the past with his feature Lowlife, and his handling of the camera in this film is no different; it even indicates some serious growth. He has a firm grasp of lighting his locations and framing his characters, he’s good at setting a tone. I particularly love how he handles the sequence where the cops inevitably and violently storm the Colonial Courts. It manages to be highly stylized while capturing the genuine horror of the attack, and he demonstrates a clear sense of balancing those cinematic elements. He is, without a doubt, highly skilled.
But unfortunately, the way that Night Patrol is plotted, paced, and cut together tears apart and reassembles Prows solid vision, taking what could be a great horror film and seriously hamstringing it. It’s a flesh golem of great ideas, stitched with the right organs in the wrong places—and some of its guts missing altogether by the time those credits roll.
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‘28 Years Later: The Bone Temple’ Review: Nia DaCosta Has the Cure
If there’s one thing I truly admire about 28 Years Later: The Bone Temple, it’s how deftly it maneuvers itself out of the mires that blemished the previous film. It continues the story director Danny Boyle and writer Alex Garland set up in 28 Years Later, but manages to bypass all of its weaknesses. It remedies all the ailments of the 2025 reboot, and it’s safe to say director Nia DaCosta is the one delivering the cure.
Director Nia DaCosta Gets Us Back on Course
Instead of the overly stylized editing and camerawork Boyle indulged in, we get a film that is clean and sharp without sacrificing the chaotic nature of the conflicts at hand. Instead of spreading its narrative and thematic butter too thin by hitting on many different ideas, The Bone Temple focuses in and focuses hard on what it’s trying to say about its characters. And most surprisingly of all, it manages to strike a near perfect balance of dark humor and genuinely disturbing sights to create a film that is every bit as fun as it is bleak and brutal.
Spike’s Journey Continues– While Dr. Ian Kelson’s Begins
As Spike’s journey in a post-apocalyptic Great Britain continues, he finds himself in dangerous company: The Fingers, a childish and ultraviolent band of tracksuit wearing survivors all named Jimmy. They’re guided by their demented priest and gang leader Sir Lord Jimmy Crystal, a demanding monster that consumes everything in his path to fulfill his dark and bizarre sacraments.
As he’s inducted into the gang in a brutal fashion, things go from bad to worse as Spike tries to escape them. But elsewhere something even stranger than the Fingers’ way of life begins to unfold, as Dr. Ian Kelson’s run-ins with the infected alpha Samson bear bizarre new fruit.
Jack O’Connell Reminds Us of What Made 28 Days Later So Good
Those expecting the violent infected roaming the woods to take center stage again will likely be disappointed, as their threatening presence from the first film has been usurped by our new underhanded antagonist Jimmy Crystal. Portrayed by Jack O’Connell, hot off the heels of his explosive performance in Sinners, he proves to us time and again that there are in fact worse fates than infection and death out in the wastelands of the United Kingdom. He is without a doubt the best part of the film, primarily for what he achieves in refocusing on the ethos of the series. The sheer human horror that made 28 Days Later so compelling is revitalized here, with O’Connell taking on the same kind of dire threat that Christopher Eccleston did as Major West in the very first film.
I would dare to say the character might be even more effective than Major West in how masterfully his writing tells us who he is, and how the character reflects Spike’s own growth. Jimmy Crystal is an ignoble lord, an ersatz early 2000s Jimmy Savile with all the uncomfortable meta-commentary underpinnings that implies; he is a predator, just a predator of a different kind. He is through and through, a fun to watch monstrosity; not charismatic per se, but very, very entertaining. O’Connell plays the immature, rotten-toothed psychotic like a worn, familiar instrument, and is able to generate a lot of discomfort and disquiet with how he plays him.
Ralph Fiennes and Chi Lewis-Parry Are Unrivaled
The other star player is, unsurprisingly, Ralph Fiennes as Dr. Ian Kelson. Though he doesn’t have as expansive an arc as Spike did previously, we get to spend time watching the character soul search for something in himself and in his new companion, the now somewhat docile Samson (played once again by the absolute mountain of a man that is Chi Lewis-Parry). It’s the emotional ballast that keeps the darker half of this film afloat, and a perfectly complementing light to Spike and the Fingers dark plotline.
Credit where it’s due to Lewis-Parry in particular as well, whose physical control and facial acting as Samson was genuinely impressive; this time around, it’s certainly more demanding and asks for more nuance than the monster role it started as, which he achieves. The odd relationship the two characters foster in this film is a delight that’s only matched by Kelson eventually running afoul of Jimmy Crystal, and where it goes from there is a far cry from what I expected.
A Taste of the Terrifying Trilogy Closer Yet to Come
Though the A and B plots of the film have a heavy delineation in tone and in story, the way they intertwine is more elegant than I anticipated, and much more fun than I would have ever bet. It takes until late in the second act to see what picture is being pieced together exactly, but the crash of a climax it provides results in a rollicking good time that merges the disparate halves.
Many will see the midpoint of this trilogy-to-be, and expect its over reliance on what came before or needless burden setting up the forthcoming third film. But 28 Years Later: The Bone Temple is far from beholden to its place in the series. It is purely a good movie, and it stands on its own as one. There’s a genuine cohesion here, and an unpredictable x-factor in the radical departure from the family focused plotline of the previous film.
A Confident Middle Chapter That Stands on Its Own
Where 28 Years Later was a post-apocalyptic coming of age, The Bone Temple is a dark fairytale about characters on a disastrous journey for one thing: control in a lost, uncontrollable world. It’s a fine study of characters locked in a scramble to stay on top, and how they interact with characters scrambling to retain their humanity. What results is a sequel that isn’t just better than what came before it, but one that will ignite audiences with excitement for the final installment that’s yet to come.
28 Years Later: The Bone Temple releases in movie theaters on January 16th, 2026


