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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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‘The Innkeepers’ (2011) Review: Ti West’s Horror Gem

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A little over a year ago, I had the opportunity to catch a new film that reminded me of one of the films that sparked my interest in analyzing films in the first place. Sweet Relief was a fun and well-crafted modern mumblegore film that brought Ti West’s The Innkeepers back into my mind. I first watched The Innkeepers shortly before leaving for college, and I was stunned by how incredibly effective it was. To celebrate Dark Sky Select’s 4K steelbook release of The Innkeepers, I decided to give the film a well-deserved rewatch.

The Innkeepers: A Haunting Ghost Story

The Innkeepers follows Claire (Sara Paxton) and Luke (Pat Healy), the last two employees of The Yankee Pedlar Inn. Claire and Luke find themselves working during the hotel’s last week in operation. They also happen to be amateur ghost hunters. Due to the small number of guests, Claire and Luke have some time to put their ghost hunting tools to good use. As the hunting begins, the terror checks in. Is there more to this ghost story than meets the eye?

Before his flashy slasher trilogy, Ti West’s films had a darker, more personal feel to them. After wowing audiences with his satanic panic masterpiece The House of the Devil, Ti West tackled the true terrors of the supernatural. As much as I adore Ti West, this would be his last film that perfectly balances style and substance. Obviously, the goal of an artist is to grow and transform as a filmmaker, but this feels like West’s last intimate film.

Mumblegore Dialogue: Natural and Grounded

The Innkeepers keeps with the mumblegore-like dialogue West was so great at creating. There’s still that improvisational, but naturalistic, feel to their words. And while the situation becomes extraordinary, the dialogue still feels grounded in reality. Somehow, for a 2011 film, West finds a way to competently direct actors in saying the words “epic” and “failblog”. It’s the exposition of the film that truly sets it apart from others like it. While talking with a child in the lobby, Claire reveals the backstory of Madeline O’Malley and her untimely suicide in the hotel. It’s a small moment that could easily be a throwaway detail to provide the audience with the necessary backstory. But it’s Sara Paxton’s performance that sells the scene.

Speaking of, both Sara Paxton and indie darling Pat Healy absolutely tear it up on screen. Sara Paxton’s performance is reserved and lived in. She carries herself awkwardly, with little self-confidence, but still finds a way to be charming. Indie darling Pat Healy chews up the scenery with his Tintin-like faux hawk and a Red Bull-infused high energy. Not only do they steal their respective scenes alone, but they also play off each other like a fast-paced tennis volley.

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Supernatural Horror Done Right

Ti West’s magnum opus handles the supernatural element in a much cleaner, fascinating way than most ghost films. The slow pace highlights the mundanity of working-class life that quickly becomes tense through the creeping terror of Madeline O’Malley and her growing cohorts of terror. There’s a certain unbalanced feel to the film’s three-act structure that lends an air of authenticity to it. Whereas most supernatural films feel the need to do more, The Innkeepers understands that it’s okay to do less. It’s how the scares are delivered that sets this film apart.

If you haven’t seen The Innkeepers, then you’re truly missing out on one of the subgenre’s greatest hits. That being said, I don’t think this film is for everyone. Ti West asks a lot from his audience, and I can understand that some people won’t want to go with him on this ride. It’s talky and demands full attention. But if you’re willing to sit with the film and let it work its magic, you won’t be disappointed.

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[REVIEW] Fantastic Fest 2025: ‘Primate’ Is the Animal-Attack-Meets-Slasher Movie You Didn’t Know You Needed

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If that one scene in Nope (you know the one) wasn’t enough to convince you that owning a chimpanzee is a bad idea, Primate is here to remind you that these animals can literally rip you limb from limb. Directed by Johannes Roberts, who also co-wrote the script with Ernest Riera, the film is scheduled to release in January—and if it wasn’t on your radar before, allow me to firmly add it.

PSA: Primate Proves That Chimps Are Not Pets (But They Are Great Slasher Killers)

Primate begins with a pre-credits scene introducing us to the danger: a vet has been called to check in on a chimp named Ben that isn’t feeling so hot, only to discover the hard way that the super-strong animal has gone rabid. It’s an evocative opening, though it does create a little timeline confusion when we jump back in time a few days to follow Lucy (Johnny Sequoyah) as she returns home to Hawaii to see her family and their unusual pet.

Her late mother, we learn, worked with Ben for years before her death, and he remains a beloved member of the family, able to communicate most basic needs via the use of sign language and a special tablet. Ben is acting a little off, though, so Lucy’s father (Academy Award-winner Troy Kotsur, in a stand-out role) calls in the vet we’ve already seen die before heading out for the night.

Of course, we know that Ben has rabies, so it’s only a matter of time before he goes bananas. In the meantime, Lucy, her sister, and their friends get to living it up while they have the place to themselves. The family owns a gorgeous secluded mansion complete with a cliffside infinity pool, and if you’ve seen The Strangers: Prey at Night, you’ll know Roberts loves a pool. He quickly finds a reason to drive the young people into it and trap them there—but just because chimps can’t swim, that doesn’t mean they’re safe.

Blending Animal Attack Horror with Slasher Thrills in Primate

One of the biggest things going for Primate is its ability to blend classic animal attack horror with slasher elements. The film draws clear inspiration from Cujo, but where the Trentons were largely safe from the beast’s foaming maw (if not the sun) so long as they stayed inside their vehicle, Lucy and friends aren’t so lucky. As the tagline for Primate warns, Ben is “dangerously close to human,” which means he understands how to use tools and constantly finds creative ways to take a swipe at his prey whenever they and the audience let their guard down. The sicker the chimp gets, the more he seems to radiate a savage, all-too-human glee.

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At the same time, Roberts and Riera’s script leverages the communication gap between Ben and the family to devastating effect. Ben is so close to being able to tell them what’s wrong before his rabies progresses to the point of no return, but he doesn’t quite have the language. The fact that Lucy’s father is deaf adds an additional layer to the tragedy: we see how expressive the family is able to be through non-verbal communication, yet Ben is still isolated in his misery.

Toward the climax, however, even this form of communication starts to break down as the girls’ screams go unheard. While it feels like there’s more material that could have been wrung from this theme, it’s notable that Ben goes for the mouth more than once during his rampage, including in the film’s most memorable kill. In the end, maybe all communication is meaningless when nature decides to play a cruel prank.

Miguel Torres Umba’s Incredible Performance as Rabid Chimp Ben

This tragic aspect of the story doesn’t dampen the scares or thrills. Movement specialist Miguel Torres Umba, who portrays Ben, initially imbues the chimp with lovable warmth that makes his feverish, trembling intensity all the more frightening as the sickness takes hold. It’s a remarkable performance, one that lulls the audience into a similar state of wishful thinking to Lucy as she repeatedly reaches out to Ben in the hope that some part of the pet she loved is still in there. Primate rewards that desperate desire with brutal bites, bludgeonings, and beyond.

Primate Is a Lean, Mean, Face-Ripping Machine

Animal attack horror movies have trended hard toward sharks in the last decade (a world Roberts is no stranger to, having helmed 47 Meters Down and its sequel). It’s exciting to see a new addition to this subgenre focusing on a lesser-seen aggressor, especially one that doesn’t frame its killer creature as inherently evil, but rather a victim of both a natural blight and human foolishness. Ben should never have been put in the position he’s in—but now he’s here, it’s pulse-poundingly fun to see the damage that 100+ pounds of pure muscle can do when its brain is on fire.

Primate attacks theaters on January 9.

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