Film Fests
Overlook Film Festival: ‘Exit 8’ Review
If you’re at the intersection of video games and horror, then you know not all video game film adaptations are created equally. For every Silent Hill (2006), Werewolves Within, or Detention (2019), there is a lot of heartbreak and titles we’re still trying to forget. Which is why, when Kotake Create’s beloved Exit 8 video game was tapped to become a film, we held our collective breath. How would this quick psychological nightmare transfer to a feature-length film? Would the filmmaker chosen understand the assignment? Luckily, the movie works overall, and horror and game nerds have another title in the win column.
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Exit 8 puts gamers into the shoes of an unseen protagonist who is stuck in a subway station. Players soon realize that this location is not what it seems. They are also tasked with spotting anomalies in hopes of making it to the eighth level and (hopefully) back to the real world. Some of the anomalies are subtle, some are anxiety-inducing, and some leave you wanting to scream WTF? However, the game is a pretty quick introduction to liminal spaces and self-gaslighting.
The film, written by Kentaro Hirase and Genki Kawamura, understands what made the game effective. They even keep and elevate some of the anomalies that were my personal favorites. The duo also builds three very distinct characters to keep us from sitting for 95 minutes of vibes.
Walking Man (Yamato Kochi) is not just the creepy guy making circles in this hallway with us in the film. He gets a full arc in his chapter that informs us he was a human who panicked and made the wrong choice. He is now doomed to spend eternity here as part of others’ nightmarish quests. While all of the performances are great, Kochi brings a humanity and sadness to the role that was unexpected. He finds ways of using his character’s repetitive nature as a way to add subtle layers. This makes the shift into his chapter feel more alive, frantic, and heartbreaking. We know this journey isn’t going to end well for him, but it’s hard not to fully invest and feel that heartbreak anyway.
It’s Not All Great at Exit 8
Exit 8 plays with us in the beginning before shifting from first-person perspective to reveal our protagonist will be Lost Man (Kazunari Ninomiya). He and his girlfriend are having a moment when he ends up in this subway station on a loop. Their phone conversation reveals she’s pregnant, so Lost Man is having a bad day before getting stuck in liminal limbo. This, on its own, is fine. However, after a lot of laps, he meets The Boy (Naru Asanuma) and discovers he is not an anomaly.
The Boy ties Lost Man and Walking Man’s stories together. He tries to assist both of them on their journeys while being too afraid to speak for most of his screentime. Again, all of the performances are great, but a kid killing it with a mostly silent role is highly impressive. His relationship with these two broken and frightened men is believable and palpable. He and Lost Man specifically bond and form a lovely duo that, unfortunately, underscores the pregnant girlfriend to lead to a very pro-life message.
Exit 8’s Politics Derail the Horror
Kawamura directed the hell out of Exit 8, and it’s a good time. However, it’s hard to wash away the very heavy swerve into pro-life territory in 2026. Especially as a person with ovaries who lives in a country that doesn’t want me to have autonomy. Horror is political, and this game has so many things that could have been expanded on. The insertion of an anti-choice layer into a film centered on three male characters (at three very different stages of life) is wild. I personally hated it because, aside from that, it does capture the vibes of the game. It feels like watching someone piss in the lemonade on a hot summer day.
“I promise, no one’s leaving here smarter tonight,” laughs Frank from the stage as he kicks off Cabane à Sang for its 9th annual trash horror film festival. The programming delivers an eclectic mix of gory, comedic, and bizarre short films from around the globe to a dedicated audience of enthusiastic fans.
What Is Cabane à Sang? A Quebec-Born Underground Horror Festival
Cabane à Sang (which translated to English means “Blood shack”, a play on the Quebecois termphrase cabane à sucre / sugar shack) is a homegrown festival based in Hochelaga, a densely populated working class neighborhood on the east side of Montreal, Québec. For $18 (CA$), you can enjoy hours of meticulously curated madness. A can of local microbrew is $6, a can of soda is $2, and you are guaranteed to see some shit you’ve never seen before in your life.
“We want everyone to be able to come to the fest. Shows for $18 don’t really exist anymore,” insisted organizer Marc-Antoine in a franglais conversation between him, myself and Frank before Saturday’s “Keep It Weird” show (note: some quotes have been translated to English). Frank tells me about the festival’s early days as a road show. “It was a total fucking flop!” he laughs, but the branding was strong, so after taking a year off to regroup, the 2nd edition had people lining up early to attend, surprising even the organizers.
Photo Courtesy of Cabane à Sang
How Cabane à Sang Adapted During COVID and Found a Permanent Home
The pandemic forced the team to adapt again (Quebecers faced some of the harshest COVID restrictions in North America), and they ended up live streaming a jerry-rigged MTV-style projection screen to show the films while audiences participated in the chat. After moving around to a few locations and struggling with a host of technical difficulties, they landed at Productions Jeun’Est, an old church that’s since been turned into an event space. “This year is really next level,” says Marc-Antoine. “We need to highlight the tech crew here, who are just hallucinant (incredible),” as well as the venue, he continued, who’ve “really welcomed us and helped us out.”
This year’s edition features 5 evenings of madness spread out over two weekends. The first weekend hosted the events SCIF’HIGH (promising the “best and worst” of science fiction), RE-Animation (exploring a “wide range of animation styles”), and their signature event, Keep It Weird (a mix of “proudly off-putting short films”). The second weekend will feature Mixed Meats (an “unhinged mix of every corner of horror”) and their infamous 200$ or less film competition – the Party Pooper Spectacular (this year, the theme is Pizza Horror). A $20 virtual pass to the whole fest is available online for those with the misfortune of missing the in person experience.
Why Filmmakers and Fans Take This “Trash” Horror Festival Seriously
Despite the goofy themes, the team of ten-ish organizers take their roles seriously, and are thrilled to have landed in a venue that can give the films the respect they deserve. “Our setup is a bit punk, but I just think about the filmmakers,” insists Marc Antoine. “They put in so much work, it’s normal that we do them justice with a good screening.” Frank echoes this sentiment. “Some stuff [we get] is not necessarily gory or cheap or whatever. They’re just, like, oddities, and they deserve to be seen, you know? And tonight we’re going to see some of them!”
People are already showing up when I arrive an hour early to Saturday’s show (unheard of in a city like Montreal, where showing up 45 min after doors open is the norm). The vibes stay immaculate, thanks to the team’s guiding motto: Don’t be an asshole. “Like legit, this is our only fucking rule here,” laughs Frank, and it applies to everyone, including the filmmakers. “I think we all love this project because it allows us to showcase stuff that we personally like and that we don’t see anywhere else,” says Marc-Antoine.
‘Dom’s Spaghetti’ Courtesy of Cabane à Sang
Weird, Gross, and Brilliant: Inside Cabane à Sang’s Most Bizarre Short Films
True to their words, the evening’s programming features some truly mind bending films, grouped together under ‘themes’ like ‘films that feature bread’ or ‘films that start with the letter D’. For every serious film about war or depression, there are five that are totally absurd. (Frank assures me that they’ve got “plenty of movies with dicks and poop and stuff like that!”) There’s the lesbian eldritch love story inspired by The Thing (The Fling), and there’s a meat-witch orgy movie (Plant Mom). One film is simply about a haunted bidet (Bidet), another features every cinematic iteration of Vin Diesel (Dom’s Spaghetti). Then there’s the mixed media movie Dog Shit, described perfectly as “parfum de caca, marteau dans les couilles” (I’ll leave you all to translate that one yourselves).
As the evening wraps up, Frank reminds the audience to return the following week, before yelling “Shout out bébé Jésus!” to enthusiastic applause, given that we are all sitting in a church. “Over the years, people have come from all over, from Abitibi, from the US,” Marc-Antoine tells me. “Ya, they fly in!!” adds Frank, “we don’t have the money to fucking pay for their flights!” Marc-Antoine continues, saying, “that shows that this really connects with people, locally, yes, but people all over are moved by what we’re doing. We’re going up against some big machines, some big productions, but we’re able to connect with people all the same.”
Cabane à Sang Proves That Micro-Budget Horror is More Important Than Ever
“People are fed up also, and I don’t want to get into the whole fucking AI thing,” Frank adds, “but I think a lot of people are irritated about it. We’re sitting in a great position right now.” When talking about the upcoming film competition on May 9th, I learned that they’ve got 22 unique micro budget works lined up, with an additional slate of films that will soon be on their streaming site, Caban à Sang TV. “AI cannot fucking make this shit up,” Frank says. “This is honest, this is real.”
No, you can’t pray the gay away. For queer youth, a proper life following Christian values is essentially a life on the run; an eternal haunting. Still, under the influence of God, a life haunted until death still has a thicker silver lining compared to the early graves of the LGBT+ that face the risk of deliverance. Adrian Chiarella’s debut feature, Leviticus, explodes with eerie melancholy to a degree we aren’t often rewarded with in genre film. It’s been a while since the horror has been this dark, so beautiful, and so close to home.
Leviticus is a Bleak and Beautiful Queer Horror Story
A mother-son duo has just settled into a small town in Victoria, Australia. Based on the open landscapes filled only with shy intimacy, I’d assume it to be one of those townships where the population stays in each other’s business. Even more so when the weight of the town’s church becomes visible. A community of social and religious judgment built on eggshells is no place for a young queer person just trying to know love and acceptance without harm.
The title, “Leviticus,” uses a single word to describe the phenomenon that dresses the film. It’s in reference to the book in the bible commonly used to condemn the “act” of homosexuality. The subject is Naim, played by Talk To Me’s Joe Bird. While getting acquainted with his new community, he falls into a secret courtship with Ryan (Stacy Clausen). Sheltering their authentic selves from anyone and everyone, the boys enjoy their lustful and unbiased adolescence. They meet in abandoned settings at night, captured through small bits of light through dark shadows, to enjoy each other’s company until they are discovered. The camerawork of cinematographer Tyson Perkins is beautifully lonely. The frames capture desperation for some sort of stability, and are only broken by the thing that feels right: honest companionship.
Forbidden Love in the Shadows
Bird and Clausen’s performances as damned lovers is a wreck. Their dialogue is unassuming, but paired with their physical acting, most sentences are strong enough to make you want to go back to your car, stare into the empty parking lot for a minute, and maybe even weep a little before driving home. Together and alone, their bodies move through each scene with immense social anxieties in addition to the fear of the sinister and demonic conclusions chained to their ankles by the church.
Some are better, some are worse, but religious fearmongering is the avenue to queer prosecution by way of God. The most effective way to drive away homosexuality is to teach young followers to be afraid of themselves. Naim’s deceptively loving mother, played by Mia Wasikowska, has unwavering faith in the church, even as the bodies of young queer men and women are repeatedly discovered after agreeing to controversial religious prayer. Her performance is equally as frightening as the paranormal entity that moves the film, and comes with an objectively horrible feeling of familial heartbreak. It’s clear that Chiarella, who wrote as well as directed, chose each word to say a thousand. Exactly like the world we live in, humans often speak in tongues, but they can be situationally understood with ease.
Religious Horror and the Fear of Self
Ryan has been prayed over before, when the community learned of the mutual lust between him and another local boy before Naim. Soon after, Naim’s sexuality is questioned by his mother, forcing a meeting between him and the deliverance healer too. Deliverance looks like members of the congregation, men of God, and of massive homophobia, surrounding the subject while their bodies contort and convulse in agony. They invoke an evil entity onto the subject to keep them running from their sexuality for the rest of their lives, or until their demise. The demon, which only the subject can see, manifests itself as the person they desire most. If seduced by it, you’ll receive a brutal, unrelenting death. Otherwise, stay as far away from your desires as you can.
This concept of haunting will undoubtedly be met with comparison to It Follows, but unlike David Robert Mitchell’s interpretation, the supernatural mechanics don’t matter nearly as much as the focus to make the allegory, and the feeling that comes from it clear. The sturdy performances mentioned underneath dense, desolate lighting evoke fear in a different medium from victim to viewer. This villain is everything you’d want, and everything you’d think you deserve. Even without a drop of blood (which there is plenty of)- how awful.
Leviticus: A Slow-Burn Horror That Cuts Deep
If you can stomach a super slow and cyclical roundtable of napalm to the adolescent soul, consider Leviticus. If you’re the moviegoer who treasures the post-horror adrenaline high, this film is too low vibration for you. I’ll happily throw Adrian Chiarella his flowers, but I don’t have the stones to press play again.
