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A POUND OF FLESH (AND A TON OF PROBLEMS): ‘Fresh’ (2022) Review

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From super-hero to super-terrible boyfriend, Sebastian Stan and company are held back by the messy cinematography of Hulu’s latest horror original.

If you’re tabbing out to check this review, wondering if this movie gets better, the answer is…

Sort of.

And I get why you’d do that. The first 30 minutes of Fresh are shot like a very unappealing rom-com, something akin to a lost episode of Netflix’s Dating Around; no shade to D.A., I love it, but it somehow manages to make mood lighting look overly sanitized, and this film’s opening reel has that problem as well. And even if it’s intentionally bad, it’s not a creative enough decision to make up for its ugliness, or the somewhat bad editing in the beginning. I only put so much emphasis on this because it does get better. It takes about a third of the runtime, but Fresh begins to aesthetically redeem itself past the thirty-minute mark.

Directorially, the improvement is wonderful from there onward. The set design of Steve’s home/torture dungeon brings hostile coziness with its very aggressive color palette. The layout of the building is almost claustrophobic, and it allows director Mimi Cave and crew to excel with utilizing shadows to build up walls up between the captive Noa (Daisy Edgar Jones) and her kidnapper Steve (Sebastian Stan), who has been taken prisoner as human livestock for her new beau’s cannibal customers.

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Edgar-Jones and Stan are easily the saving grace of this film, as they both excel in one thing in particular: their physical performances. I feel like I never watch a film that has excellent physical acting that isn’t heavily orchestrated in some way, but here both of our leads do a hell of a job. Whether it’s Noa lashing out, shrinking inward, hobbling around, or crawling post-surgery, Edgar-Jones sells the misery of the whole situation with her body language and expressiveness.

Stan brings a kind of bizarre physical comedy to the table with his exuberant energy early on. The dark humor elicited by a montage of this madman dancing/cooking with a severed human leg isn’t funny per se, but his derangement is quite entertaining for how believable it is. The psychopathic calmness of Steve makes him memorable, and the conflict between them feels textured for it. That’s what this movie has going for it; its immersive acting keeps you hooked. Even when it approaches you with concepts that feel completely off the rails, it’s able to execute them disturbingly because of this.

Jojo T. Gibbs’s, playing Noa’s best friend Mollie, works well with Edgar-Jones, giving off believable on-screen chemistry of a lifelong friendship. But the dialogue they’re given doesn’t service that neat connection between them. In fact, the script of this film is possibly the second weakest part of it all. The themes of misogyny being profitably pervasive and women also falling victim to its lures and camouflage is fascinating, and doubly so when paired with grody meat visuals reminiscent of something like Upton Sinclair’s The Jungle. But the approach it takes gives us dialogue that feels too ham-fisted and on the nose, trying to drive home the thematic elements in a way that the obvious horrors we’re being shown already do. The substance is overshadowed by moments like Mollie outright stating part of the film’s thesis while she’s caving in the head of Steve’s wife; it takes a moment that would be triumphant if it was subdued and makes it laughably bad when you get words no one would ever say mid-murder paired with poor special effects.

But what is the worst thing about this film? The music. By God, are the needle drops in this movie obnoxious. The need to pump this full of recognizable music betrays the unsettling silence this movie could have generated with its concepts and acting, or even a more robust original soundtrack to supplement the visual.

If you can overlook bad technical work in favor of good performances from the cast, I would suggest giving this a try as it is visually appealing. Otherwise, folks, steer clear of this 100-minute mystery meat surprise if the downsides give you more red flags than a bad dating profile.

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You can watch Fresh streaming on Hulu.

Luis Pomales-Diaz is a freelance writer and lover of fantasy, sci-fi, and of course, horror. When he isn't working on a new article or short story, he can usually be found watching schlocky movies and forgotten television shows.

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Brooklyn Horror Film Festival 2025: ‘Buffet Infinity’ Review

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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.

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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.

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Brooklyn Horror Film Fest 2025: ‘It Needs Eyes’ Review

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We are all very much aware of how much time we spend on our phones. More importantly, anyone on the internet can see how younger generations are impacted by being constantly online. So, Zack Ogle and Aaron Pagniano’s new film, It Needs Eyes, is preaching to the choir. However, it adds creepy layers to the conversations many of us are already having today.

It Needs Eyes follows a teen named Rowan (Raquel Lebish) who is moving in with her aunt after a traumatic event. Her aunt Mella (Lydia Fiore) hasn’t spoken to the family in years. So, her relationship with her niece is strained to say the least. However, she has stepped in now that Rowan’s father is in the hospital. Further widening their divide is the fact that Rowan is glued to her phone. 

The Internet Is Scary

We see Rowan watching random videos, as she tries to distract herself from her own thoughts while she worries about her father. However, soon, cat videos aren’t doing it for her, and she starts to find extreme videos online. Things escalate to the point that she is watching self-harm videos and clips of people dying. This addiction begins to make it hard for her to connect with the people around her, including her new neighbor and love interest, Alex (Isadora Leiva).

It Needs Eyes has a protagonist that many can relate to. After all, aren’t we all using these smart devices to hide from our own problems? Who among us hasn’t lost an embarrassing amount of hours watching videos and reels? However, because it’s driving in the internet addiction lane, Rowan’s need for content escalates. She needs darker videos in the same way that someone makes the leap into harder drugs. Her journey parallels nicely with her father’s battle with addiction, which is one of the many things Rowan doesn’t seem ready to face. 

Addiction and Loneliness are a Deadly Combo

Rowan’s addiction, loneliness, and inability to fully connect with people not on her phone eventually leads her to stumble across the ultimate score. She discovers a woman named Fishtooth (Lola Blanc) who made videos in the 80s and seemingly disappeared. Rowan cannot let this mystery go and soon begins to follow clues that Fishtooth may be closer than she thinks. This is where the creepy mystery thread begins to weave itself around all of the other threads of the film. Before Fishtooth was introduced, I was starting to worry this movie would just be seven fucked up images in a trench coat. 

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It Needs Eyes is one of those movies you go back and forth on. I loved discussing the themes of it in the bar after the Brooklyn Horror Film Fest screening. I even really dug some of the twisted imagery and topics it manages to tackle. The movie deserves some respect for how it handles so many issues surrounding internet culture without straying too far from its path. If you’re looking for a dark exploration of how the internet is absorbing us and preventing us from being present in our actual lives, this is your movie. It’s an interesting and at times disturbing reminder that we should all unplug more often.

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