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[REVIEW] Fantastic Fest 2024: Hugh Grant Is Devilishly Entertaining in Silly Yet Engrossing ‘Heretic’
Before his stint as cinema’s go-to romantic lead, Hugh Grant secured one of his first big roles, as many do, in a horror film. That film was The Lair of the White Worm (1988), Ken Russell’s bizarre (and bizarrely brilliant) Bram Stoker adaptation, in which Grant plays a heroic Lord of the Manor. Decades on, he’s making a grand return to the genre in Heretic, the latest from indie darlings A24. Only this time, Grant is far from the hero — and that’s a very good thing indeed.
Hugh Grant’s Horror Return in A24’s Heretic
Heretic is written and directed by Scott Beck and Bryan Woods, the duo who penned A Quiet Place with John Krasinski. Where that film was built on strong foundations but left something to be desired storywise, Heretic’s fundamentally silly premise is elevated by whip-smart dialogue and thoroughly committed performances from its leads.
The story centers on Sister Barnes (Sophie Thatcher) and Sister Paxton (Chloe East), two missionaries from The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints doing house calls in an attempt to convert new members. Barnes is the more street-savvy and cagey of the two, while Paxton is a little more naive and soft-bellied, visibly wounded by the reactions they encounter from the public as they lug their bikes and reading materials around town.
Missionaries, Manipulation, and Mounting Dread
Their efforts seem to have been in vain until they arrive at the door of the charming, innocuous Mr. Reed (Grant), who comes across as not only knowledgeable about their religion, but spiritually and intellectually curious, too. Lulled into a false sense of security by Reed’s kindly nature and assurance that his wife is baking blueberry pie in the next room, the Sisters step inside.
If you’ve seen the trailer or glimpsed one of the posters for Heretic, you’ll know the pie was a lie. From the moment Barnes and Paxton settle on Reed’s sofa, Beck and Woods begin to dial up the tension, with Reed’s line of questioning quickly taking an uneasy turn. The camera, once framing Grant primarily in long shots, begins to pull in on his face, emphasizing that we, and the Sisters, are now trapped with him in this house. As soon as Reed reveals the Saw-style choice he’s forcing the young women to make, we know we’re in for a trip.
Heretic and Its Saw-Inspired Moral Games
Jigsaw is a fair comparison here, because while Heretic only has a few gory scenes — one in particular will leave you squirming — some of Reed’s pre-planning requires John Kramer levels of omnipotence to pull off. It’s nonsense, but it’s entertaining nonsense wrapped in a script that will truly make you think.
Grant is critical to that veneer of cleverness, delivering every line with absolute conviction and a sparkle in his eyes that starts to fade as his crueler intentions reveal themselves. He’s utterly convincing as someone whose quest for knowledge has led him to cross a line he can’t come back from — or did it? Part of Heretic’s brilliance lies in making us question and doubt Reed, even as he’s saying things that a no doubt significant portion of the audience likely agrees with. He’s a snake, slithering through the darkness to whisper doubt in the Sisters’ ears, and every moment Grant is on screen is a gift.
Sophie Thatcher and Chloe East Hold Their Own
But Thatcher and East are no slouches, going toe-to-toe with the veteran actor and keeping our sympathies and loyalties firmly rooted. East has an especially challenging part to play, proving Sister Paxton to be much smarter than we initially peg her for. By the end of the film, you may well feel bad about your initial impressions — and have plenty of big questions to mull over on the drive home.
Heretic was a Secret Screening at Fantastic Fest 2024, arriving in theaters nationwide on November 8.
Every once in a while, a festival film oozes with so much craft that it’s hard to believe it exists. I’ve only seen a handful of films on the circuit that filled me with seething jealousy that I didn’t come up with them first. Films like All Jacked Up and Full of Worms and Jimmy & Stiggs are two of the main films that come to mind. As I round out my coverage for this year’s Chattanooga Film Festival, I inadvertently ended with a film that rivals American Theater for my Best of the Fest. Donnie Hobbie’s Jump Scare truly astounds on nearly all fronts and shows how to pay homage to the films (and filmmakers) that are beloved, while still remaining original and unique.
What is Jump Scare About?
The metal band known as Jump Scare, comprised of Val (Chelsea Talmadge), Jen (Erin Ruth Walker), Kye (Shannon Dang), and Debbie (Madison Abbott), head to a cabin in the middle of the desert to work on their latest album. Little do they know that their closest neighbors are a hellbilly’s worst nightmare. One by one, Jump Scare gets smaller and smaller as the neighbors reveal their true horrors. But the band doesn’t take too kindly to the onslaught of violence brought towards them. Metal may not be dead, but Jump Scare might be very soon.
How Did We Get Here?
Writer/director Donnie Hobbie’s Jump Scare is a truly unique piece of genre that pushes the boundaries of good taste in some fascinating ways. Hobbie’s distinct style blends homage and originality in a way Tarantino could only wish for. What’s fun about Jump Scare is how you can truly feel the love for the films considered ‘inspired by’ while still being able to see and feel Hobbie’s personal style. Jump Scare is a dash of Tarantino, Rob Zombie, and Panos Cosmatos, with a heaping spoonful of Hobbie. But in saying that, I fully acknowledge that only Panos Cosmatos could make a film as great as Donnie Hobbie.
Hobbie’s adrenaline-fueled story is not only expertly crafted, but chock-full of blood, guts, and viscera; it’s the epitome of a midnight movie. From blood geysers, hammers to heads, and shotguns galore, Jump Scare has a kill for everyone. While the effects, both practical and digital, make the film a blast to watch, it’s the performance of the main cast that sells this film. Have you ever watched a film and thought, “No one else could ever play this role”? That’s exactly how I feel about Jump Scare‘s cast. Every single actor was perfectly cast, and I can’t picture this film without every single one of them.
The Deeper Meaning Within Jump Scare
Not only is Jump Scare visually entertaining, but it has a deeper message that may become easily lost within the chainsaws and hammers. The running commentary in the film centers around the question “is metal dead”? This comes on the heels of the idea of sampling within metal music. When sampling comes up, the idea of art theft is broached. And this got me thinking. Jump Scare‘s antagonists are cannibals, and, if you think about it, sampling is a form of art theft. And what is art theft if not a form of self-cannibalism?
Jump Scare weirdly embodies this analogue of art theft = cannibalism. When art STOPS being original, when artistry is stripped away, are we not just creating more of the same? That’s why mainstream music, a la songs heard on any IHEARTRADIO station, doesn’t sit well with many people. That’s not to say sampling (or paying homage) is bad by any means. It’s when the main appeal of your song (or film) is solely predicated on work done [better] by others that came before, then what the hell are we doing?
Proper Homage vs. Soulless Ripoffs
That’s why Jump Scare works so well. There’s one particular scene that could easily be described as Hobbie’s version of the ear scene in Reservoir Dogs. But even in this explicitly blatant reference, Hobbie still makes it his own. Every time you watch one of those YouTube compilations that shows the original version and Tarantino’s version next to each other, it’s nearly impossible to tell the difference. It’s where substance and style clash. I love a Tarantino film (not the man) as much as the next person, but it’s impossible to watch one of his films without questioning, “which filmmaker did he steal this from?” While watching Jump Scare, you can pick out the inspiration without feeling bogged down by a soulless ripoff.
Jump Scare surprised me until the very last second, something that films struggle to do nowadays. God, I sound old. If you’re looking for a truly insane double feature, you could easily pair this film with Chainsaws Were Singing or All Jacked Up and Full of Worms. But if you just want to see the most truly surprising Eric Roberts cameo, then Jump Scare will fill that void for you.
I’ve said time and time again that horror comedies/dark comedies aren’t my forte. Filmmakers often don’t find the right balance between horror and comedy, usually resulting in a mishmash blend that feels unfocused and lacking. Moreover, I love ambitious films; horror comedies don’t often lend themselves to ambition. (That’s not a diss by any means.) Films like Tucker & Dale vs. Evil, The Draft!, and Chainsaws Were Singing are just a few that really broke the mold for me. Thanks to the lovely programmers at Chattanooga Film Festival, I can now add Frankie, Maniac Woman to the list of exceptional horror comedies.
Frankie, Maniac Woman Delivers a Bloody Twist on Horror Comedy
Frankie Ramirez (Dina Silva) is trying to break into the industry one way or another. Little did she know that her fame would come at a bloody price. Denial after denial, being told she’s not skinny or pretty enough, when enough was enough…Frankie takes her revenge. Can Frankie slash her way to the top of the charts? Or will her path of violence become too much for her to handle?
Co-written by Dina Silva and Pierre Tsigaridis and directed by Pierre Tsigaridis, Frankie, Maniac Woman is truly a sight to behold. Pierre Tsigaridis’ third feature film takes us to a deeper level than we’ve seen before (though that might not be fair to say, as I’ve only seen his first film, Two Witches). But much of the joy from this film comes from Silva’s co-writing and performance. Oh yeah, and the gloriously violent nature of it all.
Dina Silva Creates One of Modern Slasher Horror’s Best Villains
Dina Silva’s occasionally masked portrayal of Frankie brings us one of horror’s greatest villains of all time. Rarely do we see women in horror take the main stage as such a violent force of nature. And what we also see is a devilishly smart script. Silva and Pierre Tsigaridis’ creation of Frankie brings us both a protagonist and an antagonist. Frankie wants this life where she can live as the performer she is meant to be (because Silva’s voice is gorgeous). On the other hand, Frankie’s direct actions will make sure she never has a career, you know, with the slayings and all.
The beautiful nature of Frankie’s character is the moments of realization that she has warped the trajectory of her future with each subsequent kill. She could stop, sure, but what if killing is what she was meant to do all along? Frankie does have an amazing voice, but Frankie is a fantastic serial killer. If only there were a world where she could do both.
Frankie, Maniac Woman Proves Great Slashers Need Great Stories
Now I’m unable to access the screener again, and the IMDb credits do not show the name, so I can’t fully praise the people in charge of Frankie, Maniac Woman’s SFX. A film like Frankie, Maniac Woman shows me just how wrong modern slashers are. Take Terrifier, for example. Terrifier’s story is bland, uninspired, recycled, and lazy. It’s nothing but filler around a series of fine kills. Frankie, Maniac Woman uses its kills to emphasize its incredibly well-written story. A fine film has a story that’s enough to pass the time; a great slasher has a story that uses kills as exclamation marks.
Frankie, Maniac Woman’s kills are punctuation marks that are a level above exclamation marks. Whatever that may be. Frankie is an unstoppable killing machine, until she can be stopped. She’s not this infallible entity who can take six bullets to the torso and keep lumbering on…she’s just a person. A person with feelings, stamina, and brilliant comedic timing. She’s someone you could easily see yourself being friends with (as long as you didn’t know about the killings (hell, maybe even if you knew about the killings if that’s your thing)).
Frankie, Maniac Woman Is One of the Best Festival Horror Films of the Year
Frankie, Maniac Woman is a devilishly stylized slasher that exudes camp and craft. When was the last time a film made you cry from laughter and sadness? When was the last time you watched a film so viciously riotous that you hoped things would just…work out in the end? On top of being funny, brutal, and bloody as hell, Frankie, Maniac Woman is a genuinely ‘G’reat film. It’s one of the few festival films I’ve seen that’s unquestionably Criterion-worthy.
