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[REVIEW] ‘Longlegs’ Is A Pitch Black Tour De Force Into Outer Darkness

Set sometime around the 90s, a serial killer is ripping through rural Midwestern America. His modus operandi is a paradox, and his crimes are a series of inhuman massacres that leave no survivors and no clues. The only hint as to who the killer is is a score of cipher-riddled letters, and the name they’re signed with: Longlegs.

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With the right atmosphere, and the right performances, some films are lucky enough to immerse you, to have you neck high in a sensation as its cinematography laps against your suspension of disbelief. Oz Perkins’ latest venture, Longlegs, forgoes the slow sinking feeling after its first thirty minutes and prefers to drop you directly into an ocean of dread. It drags you under tides of hopelessness that don’t stop smashing against your body until the final frames of its last reel.

Set sometime around the 90s, a serial killer is ripping through rural Midwestern America. His modus operandi is a paradox, and his crimes are a series of inhuman massacres that leave no survivors and no clues. The only hint as to who the killer is is a score of cipher-riddled letters, and the name they’re signed with: Longlegs.

While Longlegs is very clearly evoking genre titans like Silence of the Lambs and Rosemary’s Baby (heavy on the Demme), the film’s cinematography is nothing like its inspirations. Something about the way the entire film is framed and lit has this kind of aura of shadow pricking at the corner of your eyes for the entire runtime. Even in well-lit environments like FBI building interiors with their sickly flourescents, and wide-open bright exteriors blanketed in pure snow, it’s the visual equivalent of feeling fingers ever so close to your skin but never making that contact.

Those environments and the sets that make them up are designed and decorated to be suffocating; there isn’t a single inch of the world Perkins and company has built that feels clean or safe, reflecting the ever-present danger of Longlegs and the places that he leaves possessed by his actions. It’s of course underpinned by an understated score that creeps into your ears and doesn’t hammer in anything that the film isn’t already making you confront head-on.

This is all in service of a soul-sapping performance by Maika Monroe, carrying a haunting air around her as FBI special agent Lee Harker. She plays the character, a stony and disquieted rookie, with this trembling intensity that worsens as the case falls into madness. There’s liquid torture coursing through her veins particularly hard in the final act, with this stage presence that feels like fishhooks getting into you as you feel her unease vicariously. Monroe has always been a horror movie darling, loved by fans for her work first in It Follows and later The Guest, though the hordes of general audiences flocking to theatres this weekend and next are about to discover the new “it girl” of mainstream horror.

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Nicholas Cage is also, as expected, quite good as the titular killer, though any comments on how he achieves this betray my desire to send you in almost completely blind. He makes for a bizarre and skin-crawling antagonist, despite the performance sometimes veering too hard into the territory that Ted Levine’s work as Buffalo Bill already charted (more simply put, Cage emulates the best of Levine, and its close, but no cigar when you look back on the template he’s working off of). The cherry on top is a short performance bordering on a cameo by Kiernan Shipka, who worked with Perkins previously on the impeccable 2015 feature The Blackcoat’s Daughter. Surprisingly, her appearance is one of the film’s best moments, so I can’t say anything else about it at risk of spoiling it.

A scene early on in the film where Harker is lured out of her home by a silhouette in the woods is the perfect metaphor for this film’s story: the plot is a mystery that feels much more like a slow walk into gnawing outer darkness, rather than a twist-filled whodunit you have to unpack. It doesn’t have you laboring over its mystery, it’s not overly clever with its network of hints and clues of which there are very few. And its final third rather plainly smacks anybody who doesn’t understand what’s going on in the face with all the answers they could want. I would say it was jarring, and very well it might be on rewatch, but the monologue that does it (along with the voice that’s carrying it to your ears) is so perfectly paired with the film soundtrack and visuals that I didn’t really notice, and frankly I still don’t really care.

Note that the final act of Longlegs will play out exactly how you expect it to if you’re paying close attention. But this isn’t to deride it or call it predictable; this is to let you know you’ll become horribly aware of what is going on just as our main character is only starting to get it, striking you with a very nasty dose of dramatic irony that acts fast. By the time the clock is run down, there’s no relief or comfort to be found. Longlegs is dyed-in-the-wool in its refusal to let you feel anything other than restless uncertainty. It’s a tour de force, and the end of its path is nothing but a study of esoteric evil, and cold discomfort hoping to kill all warmth that might help you escape it; a study that you’d do well to see for yourself.

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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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