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A Fantastic Fever Dream from Hell: ‘The Outwaters’ Review

The Outwaters delivers a surreal liminal horror experience whose slow start explodes into a cosmic nightmare.
Found footage has officially leveled up: welcome to liminal horror. This trending horror subgenre makes things feel dreamlike, with disjointed sequencing, strange angles, and something not-quite-right with the atmosphere. I’ve been lovingly referring to it as “the next level of found footage horror” because no wild camera angle or jarring transition is off-limits.
What is Liminal Horror?
Liminal horror plays with our concept of perceived reality. At its most basic definition, the word liminal suggests an existence between different states of being. The rules of time and space do not apply. Some aspects of Stanley Kubrick’s The Shining provide classic examples of this.
Modern references tend to coincide with the term “backrooms,” which alludes to areas outside our existence. Abandoned places are known to give off the liminal space aesthetic as the places we only see bustling with people get a peculiar aura about them once they are seen empty. More popular imagery amongst this trend includes photos of places and things that it feels like you remember – even though you’ve never seen them.
The Next Level of Found Footage
In January, all eyes were on Shudder’s film stylized in this subgenre, Skinamarink, as those who saw it proclaimed that watching this liminal horror movie felt like someone else’s nightmare captured on film. If you listened to the first episode of the Horror Press Podcast, you already know a little of what to expect if you’ve yet to see it.
The Outwaters is Screambox’s foray into this brand of horror. It takes the audience on a ride through hell as a group of people experiences something murderous in the desert. While I cannot speak for Skinamarink, The Outwaters feels like experiencing a blood-soaked nightmare.
By building a relationship between the audience and the characters, then obliterating it through a disorienting jolt to the senses, The Outwaters takes its audience on a mind-melting horror ride.
The Outwaters Creeps Up On You
If you had told me half hour into the movie that I’d have such a glowing review, I would have been astonished. While I’m not one to give spoilers, prepare yourself for a slow beginning. Much time was spent introducing us to our four main characters, and I impatiently awaited the horror to begin.
Director Robbie Banfitch knew what he was doing, as ominous music and upside-down shots appear randomly, teasing us with the horror we anxiously anticipate.
The action feels underserved when it arrives, as the build-up overshadows the minuscule occurrence. Then, the film hits the gas and doesn’t let up until the credits roll. It went further than I expected and then went further past that.
The beauty in holding back the delivery for so long is that it’s a powerful kick to the face once it comes.
The Outwaters Gives A Masterclass on Liminal Horror
Make no mistake: There aren’t smooth transitions between most footage clips, and the movie will not take the time to explain everything to you. But these features make the horror of The Outwaters work all the more.
The disjointed shots that follow through the action sequences happen so the audience can feel like they are experiencing the trauma too. Before we have fully processed one moment, a stream of events has flashed before our eyes, and we are along for this journey as they are.
Because of this play in trauma processing, the film feels realistic, even though cosmic malignancy is involved. The film successfully presented an encounter with something seemingly otherworldly in such a way that it felt possible.
In summation, The Outwaters goes from zero to 100, and the shots are shown so quickly that one view doesn’t give you the time to process everything you’re seeing. However, this format works because of what this movie is. As our main characters are subjected to nightmares come to life, they may not have time to process everything that has just happened, and neither do we.
It connects us with the experience, and Robbie Banfitch allows audiences to use their imaginations for the horrors we weren’t shown. The horrific images that follow are sure to burrow into your spinal fluid and randomly leech into your consciousness. The Outwaters’ slow beginning pays off to a bloody big finish. It may not be for everyone, but it certainly made a fan out of me.
See The Outwaters for yourself in theaters on February 9TH!
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[Tribeca Film Festival 2025] ‘Queens of the Dead’: A Fresh—and Fierce—Take on Classic Zombie Films

Queens of the Dead starts, as so many wild stories do, with a sketchy app-initiated hookup.
Drag artist Z Queen (played by Julie J) makes a pitstop at her church on the way home from a night out. She drops some cash into the donation box, says a few words of prayer…and gets a notification from the Grindr-esque hookup app Skins saying that someone in the building swiped right on her profile. Intrigued, she goes to look for the mystery suitor, but instead of a casual encounter, she finds a zombie priest who promptly attacks her.
Brooklyn Drag Show Meets Zombie Apocalypse
In a Brooklyn warehouse, DJ and party organizer Dre (Katy O’Brian) is preparing for that night’s Easter-themed drag show, contending with drama between the performers, a backed-up toilet requiring the plumbing expertise of her brother-in-law Barry (Quincy Dunn-Baker)—who is spectacularly ignorant about queer culture—, and her spacey but well-intentioned intern Kelsey (Jack Haven). When one of the headlining drag queens, Yasmine (Dominique Jackson), flakes in order to do a paid appearance at a vodka launch, her former friend Sam (Jaquel Spivey) shows up to resurrect his drag persona, Samoncé. Sam, now a nurse working with Dre’s wife Lizzy (Riki Lindhome) at a local hospital, hasn’t performed in a while; the last time he was supposed to, at a major party that Dre organized, he got cold feet, forcing her to refund everyone’s tickets, amounting to $9,000. Sam is there now, though, ready to help Dre and perform with his drag mother Ginsey (Nina West).
But then, another problem arises: the zombie apocalypse hits New York. Now, as a horde of slow-moving but ravenous undead descend upon the warehouse, the group must put aside their personal conflicts and work together to survive.
Tina Romero’s Hilarious Horror-Comedy Debut
In her directorial debut, Tina Romero serves up a delightful zombie horror-comedy that’s hilarious and heartfelt. Her film, co-written by Erin Judge and brought to life by an outstanding ensemble cast (rounded out with Shaunette Renée Wilson, Cheyenne Jackson, Samora la Perdida, and Becca Blackwell), is filled with quippy one-liners, energetic zombie scenes, and well-developed characters with believable relationships with each other. Costumes designed by David Tabbert and hair and makeup led by Mitchell Beck and Christina Grant, respectively, steal the spotlight. And yes, there are a few references to the OG zombie picture helmed by Romero’s father in the forms of an Impala named “Barbara”, a character quoting, “They’re coming for you, Barbara”, and the line, “This is not a George Romero movie.” Tom Savini even has a cameo appearance.
Most notable about Queens of the Dead is that it was clearly made specifically for queer audiences (in the best way!). In addition to the cast being populated by iconic queer and trans actors, there are drag culture references, cishet men getting tripped up by third-person singular pronouns, a butch power dyke wielding a power drill, and some raunchy humor: in one scene, an influencer’s presumably straight (or “straight”) boyfriend unwittingly simulates fellatio on a penis-shaped cake pop; in another, Kelsey—injured by a poorly-aimed axe meant for a zombie—tells her worried fiancée Pops (the aforementioned power dyke, played by Margaret Cho) that she wasn’t bitten, but instead has an “axe wound”, leading to one of the queens telling her not to brag about it. The sound bite of Kelsey saying, “I got an axe wound”, is sampled and remixed into an upbeat, danceable tune that plays during the closing credits.
Queens of the Dead Addresses Real Queer and Trans Issues
Interwoven with the comedy and zombie-fighting scenes are plot points that explore real issues that impact queer and trans communities, such as pervasive drug use in drag scenes and healthcare trauma among trans people. The character Nico (played by Tomas Matos) is a drug dealing (and using) dancer and aspiring drag queen who feels ostracized and disrespected as an artist by Ginsey and Sam. Meanwhile, Lizzy’s patient at the hospital—and companion as they outrun zombies—is a young trans woman named Jane (played by Eve Lindley) who has been getting her HRT from dealers rather than licensed doctors. It’s important to note that Romero and Judge don’t showcase these issues through a moralistic lens; they’re presented in a matter-of-fact and deeply compassionate way.
Why Queens of the Dead Slays
Although there could have been a bit more gore, overall, Queens of the Dead is a thoroughly entertaining zombie flick that also manages to be deeply comforting for queer viewers. The central cast is funny without being relegated to the butt of the joke; the lesbian characters aren’t sexualized for the titillation of straight male audiences; the creativity and DIY prowess for which drag queens are famous is highlighted in the fresh context of zombie-fighting weaponry and armor. The characters are messy, complicated, and bitchy. They’re also smart, resilient, and loving. They, like the film as a whole, slay in every sense of the word.
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[REVIEW] ‘The Fly 2’: Less Surrealism, More Slime

You’ll never change my mind on this: handing over the reins of a horror movie franchise to a special effects artist is always the right choice. Case in point, The Fly 2.
The Case for Special Effects Artists as Horror Directors
Lighting the monsters, blocking them, choreographing their motions and how they pass through the sets they’re inhabiting, and even understanding character motivations and emotions and how to portray them. They have skills that transfer over to head-on directing and dealing with actors quite nicely that we often overlook.
Today we aren’t talking about Screaming Mad George’s foray into gooey sci-fi with The Guyver, or Alec Gillis’s viral crowdfunded Harbinger Down, although I do hope to cover both of those sooner than later.
Spotlight on The Fly 2: An Unconventional Sequel
We’ll be touching on the unsung and unsuspectingly great sequel to David Cronenberg’s classic, The Fly 2. Picking up where the previous film left off, Veronica’s nightmare has come true: her child by Seth Brundle, the genius scientist turned insect abomination by his own ambitions, has come to term.
Bartok Industries, the company Seth worked for, has taken the child Martin Brundle into their stead to study his rapid growth and abnormal intelligence. Suffering from the same symptoms as his father, Martin attempts to get the telepods working again in a desperate ploy to repair his damaged DNA. Things, as expected, go horribly wrong.
While this might seem like a straightforward sequel, its quirks make it anything but normal. The Fly 2 eschews much of its previous film’s more surreal and philosophical qualities, exploring the nature of humanity, and leans into the campy science fiction aspects to match its body horror.
Tonal Shifts and Quirky Energy
That doesn’t make it a less worthy sequel, but it does make it unexpectedly off kilter. Tonally, it’s a screwball, starting with some wildly nasty pregnancy horror as we see Martin’s birth in a larval form. Then, for roughly the first 30 minutes, it bounces between children’s adventure film energy, to a college romance, back to horror occasionally before settling into its sci-fi horror nest.
The sharp contrast between the especially dark moments like Martin interacting with a failed telepod experiment and him dancing with his girlfriend give The Fly 2 a very odd energy that in some aspects I’d describe as off the wall, which at the very least makes it more memorable.
Standout Performances Amid Script Challenges
Issues with the script itself become exacerbated by a lack of strong voices; with no Jeff Goldblum and a regrettably absent Geena Davis, the only really notably great performance is Lee Richardson who plays the mustache-twirlingly devilish Anton Bartok with all the corporate nastiness of Ned Beatty in Network.
Credit is due to a returning John Getz, whose portrayal of a now physically and emotionally scarred Stathis Borans is a fun challenge he embraces.
While the film does spin its wheels with an honestly completely uncompelling romance for a good chunk of its runtime (think Dan and Megan from Re-Animator with no Herbert to play off of; dreadfully unimportant in the grand scheme of things and not enough humor to derive a good time from), this is alleviated by the rest of the film focusing on the slimy degeneration of our main character, as Martin’s mutations are good and truly off the rails.
Stellar Makeup and Creature Design by Chris Walas
Director Chris Walas and the rest of Amalgamated Dynamics work here is every bit as fantastic as the first film, bringing us plenty of foul fluid and far-gone flesh to make you nauseous. Martin’s slow transformation I would argue is even better than Seth’s, even if the scenes of Martin lamenting and later accepting his change lacks a lot of the dark humor that came with Goldblum’s ambitions to become the first insect politician.
The technical skill on display with this makeup plays best on screen in the film’s climax, featuring the brand-new creature in the Martinfly; it has a greater range of motion than the original Brundlefly, and the sprawling industrial facility the finale takes place in takes advantage of that.
The Climactic Chaos of the Martinfly
Slamming through windows, spewing acid vomit, and swiping with chitinous claws should sell you on the twenty-some minutes of mayhem Martinfly causes.
The Fly 2 isn’t a masterpiece, but this is where my pedantic nature shows; as I said in the opening, it is a masterfully crafted film. It’s a truly admirable attempt at a sequel trying to follow up on one of the greatest horror films of all time, made by one of the most talented special effects artists in American film history. Cronenberg’s fingerprint may not be on it, but it shows a good deal of respect for the original creation it is working off of without turning into a complete retread.
And for that, it deserves much more attention and love than it gets.