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[REVIEW] ‘MaXXXine’ Brings a Fun, Off-Kilter Closer to the X Trilogy
After a blood-curdling ordeal at a farmhouse in Texas, adult film star Maxine Minx’s road to true Hollywood stardom has been paved with nothing but trauma and blood. Still recovering from her encounter with Pearl and Howard Douglas in X, Maxine finally gets a chance to work on an actual Hollywood production: a B-movie horror sequel called The Puritan II. But amidst her change in luck is a series of mysterious murders plaguing Los Angeles, putting Maxine in the crosshairs of cops and private eyes, while the movements of the infamous Night Stalker set the city, and her hopes of getting the life she deserves, ablaze.
After a blood-curdling ordeal at a farmhouse in Texas, adult film star Maxine Minx’s road to true Hollywood stardom has been paved with nothing but trauma and blood. Still recovering from her encounter with Pearl and Howard Douglas in X, Maxine finally gets a chance to work on an actual Hollywood production: a B-movie horror sequel called The Puritan II. But amidst her change in luck is a series of mysterious murders plaguing Los Angeles, putting Maxine in the crosshairs of cops and private eyes, while the movements of the infamous Night Stalker set the city, and her hopes of getting the life she deserves, ablaze. Welcome to MaXXXine.
I was initially unsure of how MaXXXine would pan out, partly because of some bad feedback I saw of the film, and partly because I was worried it would hydroplane into some weird true crime stuff, given the mentions of the Night Stalker in promotional materials. Thankfully it doesn’t, not in the slightest. But, as the classic song “Bette Davis Eyes” played over the credits, I was left thinking one thing: people will either love this or hate this—no middle ground.
Having now seen it and seen people actually arguing leaving the theatre over the film, I can say, yeah, it’s not going to be for everyone. But for whom the Minx bell tolls, it tolls hard and wild. For me, it is a solid little movie that throws caution to the wind and becomes something pretty interesting because it’s slightly removed from its origins.
A Straightforward Continuation of X, but a Tonal Departure
Though it is a continuation of the story that started in X, MaXXXine feels less like a cohesive third in the triad of films about scorned young women with dreams they’ll stop at nothing to attain. MaXXXine will divide audiences because of how radical the tonal change is from the preceding duology. This film is downright cartoonish at points, since it abandons hagsploitation and old Hollywood for an insane, snow-fueled ride into 80s mayhem.
I was fond of Pearl more than X because it was Ti West getting out of his usual mumbly zone of dark visuals and exploring old Hollywood’s technicolor glory days for what they really were: an unreal diversion built during a much bleaker time in history. I expected MaXXXine to dive more into those depths of unreality, something X and Pearl held as secondary to the film’s much more interesting conversations about sex, gender, and the breakdown of traditional American life in the post-war period, with all the byproducts that came with it (including the rise of modern Evangelical and fundamentalist movements).
MaXXXine, however, is much more interested in discussing that last topic, even coming with a handy montage at the beginning of the film to set the mood of a hazy, heat-stricken city clutched by the pangs of Reaganomics and Satanic Panic. That isn’t to say the film doesn’t have heavy thematic ties to the two movies that came before it (after all, all three are meant to invoke each other), but MaXXXine doesn’t mirror them as starkly as they mirror each other.
It’s in how MaXXXine explores these themes that it really lets you know: this is not a film-grain-pocked granny slasher contemplating aging, or a vibrant character study draped in a faded red white and blue dream. This is a fun, wild movie mocking the insanity of the era’s politics and supplementing it with gory, giallo-inspired horror.
Ti West Loves Old Horror (And He Wants You to Know It)
That giallo aspect, of course, is a lot of aesthetic exercises in lighting and odd camera angles from Ti West and director of photography Eliot Rockett. The duo have worked well together for ages now, so why fix what isn’t broken right?
The film’s story is structured as a classic murder mystery would be, but takes plenty of pitstops exploring old horror in its many references and tributes: The Exorcist series, Four Flies on Grey Velvet, Blood and Black Lace, Pieces, and Psychoall get their due with West pouring out his admiration for the people who made those films with every flex of his cinematic muscles.
That’s not even getting into the fact that the special effects in this film are pure heat, with lots of practical effects that ooze blood as much as they ooze an appreciation for the craft. The way Weta managed to replicate the look of that bright red, paint-y blood used in 80s B-horror is so unserious-looking but so screen-accurate that I can’t help but love it.
Mia Goth Delivers, but Without the Same Shine Seen in Pearl
Of course, I can’t rule out the possibility this was all meant to be taken deadly serious and the film is not meant to be humorous. But I find that hard to believe given, in addition to the above factors, everybody in this movie is playing into the heightened character archetypes they’re assigned: the macho Los Angeles detective, the sleazy private eye, the hardass auteur director, everyone is playing a stock character in one way or another (albeit, fun ones and they’re doing a great job of it). Maybe the only one who isn’t is Mia Goth in the title role. Playing a stock character, that is, she’s still pretty good in this.
In X, Mia Goth had a brilliant double role as both villain and victim and got to showcase an incredible amount of talent with her physical acting as an aged Pearl. In the prequel, Goth had a sort of Vampire’s Kiss era Nicholas Cage charm; she was completely and utterly unhinged, but that virulent madness of hers was robed in a magnetism that most people couldn’t avoid being hooked by.
The Maxine she portrays in this film skews more towards her work in Pearl, but never really hits the same peaks of the buck-wild screaming she does at the projectionist or her hypnotizing speech to Mitsy in Pearl. She still has some incredible moments here though, with my favorite being a scene early on confronting a would-be attacker and holding nothing (and I mean absolutely nothing) back.
What’s the Verdict for the Most Unique Sequel This Year?
So, the bottom line you might be asking after all this is, “Should I go see it?”. For what it’s worth, I think it’s an obvious yes. But the major caveat you should have sussed out by now is that you should not go into this expecting anything like the previous two films. I would go so far as to say this is probably going to be the Scream 3 of Ti West’s filmography for how polarizing it is; if you like it, you love it, and if you don’t like it, you’ll want to burn down all the studios in Hollywood over it yourself. Unfortunately, I like Scream 3 a lot, so interpret that info as you will.
MaXXXine is a unique little follow-up to X and Pearl, with just the right wild cinematography and just the right wild performances to make it work. And it’s an hour and forty-four minutes of fun on tap– as long as you’re willing to indulge in something a little different, and willing to shed some notions of what your ideal X sequel “should” look like.
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‘Night Patrol’ Review: Vampiric Cop Horror Undone by Messy Execution
I really wanted to love Night Patrol. And to be quite honest, I did for the first 40 minutes or so. The set up has the right amount of intrigue, the characters have great potential and chemistry, and the world building begins to polish its concepts nicely around its midpoint. But as this action horror exploitation film progresses, strange choices in the screenplay and editing tarnish what it sets up.
What you’re fed is filling at first, but soon the cup runs dry. While its final moments do feel grand and fun, they are undoubtedly clumsy. And though Night Patrol’s chances of garnering a cult following seem highly likely just for the niche concept it hits on, the back half of the film leaves a sour aftertaste that makes it hard to enjoy as easily as most cult classics.
Night Patrol Sees Gang Members Take On Vampiric Cops
Crip Wazi (RJ Cyler) has his night take a sharp turn for the worse after a hookup with his Piru lover gets interrupted. But his misfortune isn’t from members of either gang spotting them: it’s the LAPD who arrive on the scene. What starts as a stop and search turns bloody fast as the mysterious unit of cops known as Night Patrol kill her suddenly. The newest member, Hawkins (Justin Long), doesn’t flinch as he becomes part of the deadly police gang in ritualistic fashion.
Narrowly escaping the encounter, Wazi returns home to the Colonial Courts to try and get help from the local Pirus, led by Bornelius (Freddie Gibbs). The plan is to avenge their own, but the entire neighborhood ends up in the crosshairs of the monstrous task force. Where the residents see a place and people to protect, Night Patrol sees little more than a chance to feed on its black and brown citizens.
A Strong Cast Led by RJ Cyler Delivers
At its core, it’s a solid concept: rival gangs band together with guns and African mysticism to fight some literal blood-sucking racist cops. If Pirus and Crips all got along, they might be able to gun down some vampires by the end of this movie. Its fun ideas are matched with an eclectic but appropriate cast: Freddie Gibbs, Flying Lotus, RJ Cyler, Justin Long, Dermot Mulroney, and most surprisingly of all Phillip Brooks, who you might know as WWE superstar CM Punk. Cyler, star of The Harder They Fall, very much carries with his performance here as he did there. He gets to show his emotional range throughout the film and works well with what he’s given. He’s only outpaced by Gibbs in terms of entertainment for the sheer number of great reactions Bornelius gets.
Justin Long’s physical performance oscillates from impressive to underwhelming here, but he is about as compelling as Cyler, all things considered. One scene in particular where he has an emotional outpouring as he discovers what Night Patrol is really all about struck hard. Brooks also manages to sell his vitriolic bastard of a character well, putting another mark down on his resume as a welcome sight in horror going forward.
A Clever but Confused Script
But unfortunately, fun performances can’t make up for the feet of clay the movie stands on. Its true weakness is in its storytelling and editing, which chops scenes and sections of the film up in a way that’s impossible to ignore.
Now, credit where it’s due. On a meta-textual level, the script has some clever flourishes. Its Black characters don’t start the movie on the back foot, intimately aware of the existence of Night Patrol, even if they can’t pin down exactly what kind of monsters they’re up against. There’s something to be said here of what it reflects: the acute awareness Black Americans are forced to have about the dangers of interacting with the wrong police officers and being at the mercy of violent policing.
The characters arm themselves well, they don’t walk into scenarios recklessly or leave themselves open to be torn apart (at least, not until late in the film). Wazi’s mother who evangelizes on the Zulu peoples and their occult knowledge, has been preparing for them for a long time. And when the vampires show up at their doorstep, the counter-offensive is quick.
In Spite of Night Patrol’s Charm, It’s A Plot Stretched Too Thin
I bring this up because, for as thoughtful and clever as that all is, those quality decisions highlight the uninspired and dull ones as well. The plot is still undeniably stretched out in an odd way. Part of the problem is the fact that there are effectively three different main characters in this story: Wazi, Hawkins, and Xavier (played by Jermaine Fowler). Xavier is Wazi’s cop brother, and Hawkins’ partner before he joins Night Patrol, making him the bridge between the two. But it’s a rickety bridge, and little care is paid to Xavier as a character who is one-dimensional in the end and really just human shaped fuel to keep the plot going. Hawkins gets a similar demotion later on but at least gets to be part of the ending and have a decent amount of screentime.
This problem of a plot stretched thin between characters is exacerbated by a slightly bloated runtime and a very disorderly rearrangement of scenes that plagues its back half. The characters have interactions in the third act that should have been established in the first or second. Expository and comedic beats that don’t fit the dire nature of the situation make for tonal road bumps. In some cases, continuity of where characters were and what they said is thrown out the window entirely. There’s a big reveal for comedic effect in the film’s last scenes, but its undercut by what a character said just minutes prior spoiling the joke.
A Nightmare of Editing Hamstrings Ryan Prows Fantastic Directing
Director Ryan Prows has proven himself highly competent in the past with his feature Lowlife, and his handling of the camera in this film is no different; it even indicates some serious growth. He has a firm grasp of lighting his locations and framing his characters, he’s good at setting a tone. I particularly love how he handles the sequence where the cops inevitably and violently storm the Colonial Courts. It manages to be highly stylized while capturing the genuine horror of the attack, and he demonstrates a clear sense of balancing those cinematic elements. He is, without a doubt, highly skilled.
But unfortunately, the way that Night Patrol is plotted, paced, and cut together tears apart and reassembles Prows solid vision, taking what could be a great horror film and seriously hamstringing it. It’s a flesh golem of great ideas, stitched with the right organs in the wrong places—and some of its guts missing altogether by the time those credits roll.
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‘28 Years Later: The Bone Temple’ Review: Nia DaCosta Has the Cure
If there’s one thing I truly admire about 28 Years Later: The Bone Temple, it’s how deftly it maneuvers itself out of the mires that blemished the previous film. It continues the story director Danny Boyle and writer Alex Garland set up in 28 Years Later, but manages to bypass all of its weaknesses. It remedies all the ailments of the 2025 reboot, and it’s safe to say director Nia DaCosta is the one delivering the cure.
Director Nia DaCosta Gets Us Back on Course
Instead of the overly stylized editing and camerawork Boyle indulged in, we get a film that is clean and sharp without sacrificing the chaotic nature of the conflicts at hand. Instead of spreading its narrative and thematic butter too thin by hitting on many different ideas, The Bone Temple focuses in and focuses hard on what it’s trying to say about its characters. And most surprisingly of all, it manages to strike a near perfect balance of dark humor and genuinely disturbing sights to create a film that is every bit as fun as it is bleak and brutal.
Spike’s Journey Continues– While Dr. Ian Kelson’s Begins
As Spike’s journey in a post-apocalyptic Great Britain continues, he finds himself in dangerous company: The Fingers, a childish and ultraviolent band of tracksuit wearing survivors all named Jimmy. They’re guided by their demented priest and gang leader Sir Lord Jimmy Crystal, a demanding monster that consumes everything in his path to fulfill his dark and bizarre sacraments.
As he’s inducted into the gang in a brutal fashion, things go from bad to worse as Spike tries to escape them. But elsewhere something even stranger than the Fingers’ way of life begins to unfold, as Dr. Ian Kelson’s run-ins with the infected alpha Samson bear bizarre new fruit.
Jack O’Connell Reminds Us of What Made 28 Days Later So Good
Those expecting the violent infected roaming the woods to take center stage again will likely be disappointed, as their threatening presence from the first film has been usurped by our new underhanded antagonist Jimmy Crystal. Portrayed by Jack O’Connell, hot off the heels of his explosive performance in Sinners, he proves to us time and again that there are in fact worse fates than infection and death out in the wastelands of the United Kingdom. He is without a doubt the best part of the film, primarily for what he achieves in refocusing on the ethos of the series. The sheer human horror that made 28 Days Later so compelling is revitalized here, with O’Connell taking on the same kind of dire threat that Christopher Eccleston did as Major West in the very first film.
I would dare to say the character might be even more effective than Major West in how masterfully his writing tells us who he is, and how the character reflects Spike’s own growth. Jimmy Crystal is an ignoble lord, an ersatz early 2000s Jimmy Savile with all the uncomfortable meta-commentary underpinnings that implies; he is a predator, just a predator of a different kind. He is through and through, a fun to watch monstrosity; not charismatic per se, but very, very entertaining. O’Connell plays the immature, rotten-toothed psychotic like a worn, familiar instrument, and is able to generate a lot of discomfort and disquiet with how he plays him.
Ralph Fiennes and Chi Lewis-Parry Are Unrivaled
The other star player is, unsurprisingly, Ralph Fiennes as Dr. Ian Kelson. Though he doesn’t have as expansive an arc as Spike did previously, we get to spend time watching the character soul search for something in himself and in his new companion, the now somewhat docile Samson (played once again by the absolute mountain of a man that is Chi Lewis-Parry). It’s the emotional ballast that keeps the darker half of this film afloat, and a perfectly complementing light to Spike and the Fingers dark plotline.
Credit where it’s due to Lewis-Parry in particular as well, whose physical control and facial acting as Samson was genuinely impressive; this time around, it’s certainly more demanding and asks for more nuance than the monster role it started as, which he achieves. The odd relationship the two characters foster in this film is a delight that’s only matched by Kelson eventually running afoul of Jimmy Crystal, and where it goes from there is a far cry from what I expected.
A Taste of the Terrifying Trilogy Closer Yet to Come
Though the A and B plots of the film have a heavy delineation in tone and in story, the way they intertwine is more elegant than I anticipated, and much more fun than I would have ever bet. It takes until late in the second act to see what picture is being pieced together exactly, but the crash of a climax it provides results in a rollicking good time that merges the disparate halves.
Many will see the midpoint of this trilogy-to-be, and expect its over reliance on what came before or needless burden setting up the forthcoming third film. But 28 Years Later: The Bone Temple is far from beholden to its place in the series. It is purely a good movie, and it stands on its own as one. There’s a genuine cohesion here, and an unpredictable x-factor in the radical departure from the family focused plotline of the previous film.
A Confident Middle Chapter That Stands on Its Own
Where 28 Years Later was a post-apocalyptic coming of age, The Bone Temple is a dark fairytale about characters on a disastrous journey for one thing: control in a lost, uncontrollable world. It’s a fine study of characters locked in a scramble to stay on top, and how they interact with characters scrambling to retain their humanity. What results is a sequel that isn’t just better than what came before it, but one that will ignite audiences with excitement for the final installment that’s yet to come.
28 Years Later: The Bone Temple releases in movie theaters on January 16th, 2026


