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Beverly Knows Best: ‘Serial Mom’ (1994) Review

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John Waters’ Least Talked About Film Should Be a Mother’s Day Classic…But I Get Why It Isn’t. When a good movie flops, sometimes you find yourself wondering why. When a comedy-horror movie flops, you know exactly why.

Why Serial Mom Flopped: A Comedy-Horror Conundrum

There are plenty of reviewers who simply don’t like horror as a genre but still end up reviewing horror films out of obligation. Even worse, comedy is so violently subjective for some folks that buying a ticket to one might as well be a ride on a mechanical bull. So, I wasn’t so surprised filing through the Serial Mom reviews of the past to see it wasn’t so popular out the gate; its only crime is not being for everybody.
Like some of my past recommendations for movies, Serial Mom errs away from horror; this is especially evident towards the film’s end, where it takes a crime film slant thanks to a prolonged courtroom sequence, but it gets back on track by the end. If you’re able to get past that fact, I’d say go ahead and watch.

Comedy-Horror vs. Horror-Comedy: Where Serial Mom Shines

Still, it’s a comedy-horror instead of the more typical horror-comedy we see. It’s able to invoke a creepy concept and extract humor from it, as opposed to making a horrifying film and injecting humor into it. Every element of this movie is just a few inches off the mark for evoking fear from viewers. Still, I would say the same of something like Tucker & Dale vs. Evil, or even Dead/Alive, which doesn’t scare but uses horror movie tropes and a horror premise to create genuinely gut-busting humor. In the same vein, I got a lot of laughs out of Serial Mom, and not in a so-bad-it’s-good way either.

Serial Mom’s Premise: A Suburban Killer with a Twist

If you haven’t guessed the film’s premise based on the title, you’ve got bigger problems than film critique. Still, the long and short of it is that the picture-perfect suburban housewife Beverly Sutphin, played by Kathleen Turner, is a serial killer who utilizes her murderous talents on all the people who slightly inconvenience her and her family. What follows is a pretty slapstick series of murders, ranging from victims having their livers ripped out with a fire poker, to being crushed by falling air conditioners, to getting set on fire with a lighter and hairspray. There aren’t any truly innovative kills here, but they are pretty good punchlines to the various beats in Beverly’s rampage.

Kathleen Turner’s Performance: The Heart of Serial Mom

Turner is undoubtedly the best part of this film and fits the role perfectly. Her line delivery tends to be drier than that meatloaf she’s serving, and the equally dry humor benefits from it. Unlike many slashers, she treats everything with a rage so subdued it borders on mild discomfort to slight indifference, and just seeing her reactions to the murders she’s committing puts a smile on my face. She isn’t as overtly deranged as other horror moms like Pamela Voorhees & Mrs. Loomis, but more like Principal Wilkins from Trick r’ Treat.

Supporting Cast: Hits and Misses

As for the rest of the cast, Sam Waterston is the same character actor he’s always been but doesn’t bring anything fresh to the table. Ricki Lake is the white bread toast of the picture-perfect family breakfast that is this cast: bland but not offensively bad. Honestly, Matthew Lillard is the only other actor who stands out here. He is essentially playing an earnest version of Stu Macher through his character Chip (i.e., not a serial killer who gets his head crushed by a T.V., but still a complete doofus who loves horror movies). He does a good job in this but doesn’t cut loose as much as I’d like; although, as some will notice, this serves as an amusing unintentional prequel to Scream that shows how Stu got to be so crazy, so I’ll probably rewatch them as a double feature.

Cinematography and Soundtrack: A Nod to 1950s Satire

The rest of the cinematography is on point, with editing in this film that is also pretty conducive to the atmosphere since transitions and musical stings set up scenes to emulate a 1950’s comedy show, more reminiscent of Leave It to Beaver than something like I Love Lucy. Scoring most of the movie is a fantastic soundtrack by Basil Poledouris, where the whimsy of Beverly’s less-than-perfect life and the script’s satirical humor is supercharged by it, bringing borderline cartoonish energy to the rampage she’s going on. Poledouris didn’t have to go this hard on the soundtrack, but
I suppose collaborating with a cinema legend like John Waters means you’ve got to bring your A-game.
BOTTOMLINE: Ultimately, the movie drags a bit longer than necessary with the court procedural element that takes up its final reel. You’re mainly waiting for Beverly to go nuts again for a good chunk of the film if you’re here for horror first. Still, the movie is surprisingly funny, and if you keep an open mind, you’ll get plenty of laughs out of it for what it is: a well-written John Waters movie with a heaping helping of unorthodox humor.

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. Buffett 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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