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[REVIEW] BHFF 2024: ‘Grafted’ Delivers One of the Best Coming-Of-Age Horror Films Since ‘Carrie’
Wei’s expansive scarring on her face and neck isn’t just a disfigurement, it is an ever-present reminder of her past: it was the same condition her father had sought to cure in both of them before his mysterious and horrific death in front of her. When her mother sends her to live with her absent aunt and estranged cousin to attend college in New Zealand, her father’s scientific experiments are brought back to life. But as Wei’s awkward attempts at assimilation intersect with her miraculous discovery, what results is an ever-maddening spiral of physical and psychological suffering, sending her falling through a grotesque biological nightmare with no end in sight.
Every year you’re bound to be caught off guard by at least one film you see at Brooklyn Horror Film Festival. It’s hardly a surprise; the festival is a nexus of talent where filmmakers come together to show off some of their best work. But I certainly didn’t expect to come out of the festival having a new film I consider one of my all-time favorites. Grafted has taught me to dash my expectations going forward, and expect the unexpectedly fantastic.
Wei’s expansive scarring on her face and neck isn’t just a disfigurement, it is an ever-present reminder of her past: it was the same condition her father had sought to cure in both of them before his mysterious and horrific death in front of her. When her mother sends her to live with her absent aunt and estranged cousin to attend college in New Zealand, her father’s scientific experiments are brought back to life. But as Wei’s awkward attempts at assimilation intersect with her miraculous discovery, what results is an ever-maddening spiral of physical and psychological suffering, sending her falling through a grotesque biological nightmare with no end in sight.
There are echoes of beloved horror films past throughout Grafted; Stuart Gordon’s Re-Animator and Clive Barker’s Hellraiser are especially prominent thanks to the film’s Miskatonic premise and absolutely dastardly body horror. The effects may be heavily digital as opposed to those alumni of the subgenre, but make no mistake, they are solid and blended well with the practicals that are present. When your hard-to-pull-off flesh ripping (pun very intended) manages to make the entire theatre squirm and react out loud, you have to be doing something very right.
Much like Re-Animator, Grafted indulges itself in some humor throughout, cutting through its harrowing themes with more tongue-in-cheek moments. The struggles of cultural assimilation the film tackles come to life through Wei’s fight to fit in, feeding into some of its more comedic moments while still maintaining the level of pensiveness needed to address the subject matter with respect. The film’s script feels less like its tightrope walking the thin line between horror comedy and horror drama, and more like its dramatic elements are being complemented as they dance with the dark sensibilities of its laughs.
This dance is undoubtedly carried by relative newcomer Joyena Sun, who is whipsmart in her performance as Wei. With a true grasp of who Wei is and the sometimes-amusing-sometimes-uncomfortable quirks that entails as a young woman trying to force herself into a new mold, Sun doesn’t just make you feel for her. You’re outright driven to root for her, and this seems to only heighten and become more intense as she makes all the wrong moves. Jess Hong (playing Wei’s cousin Angela) and Eden Hart (playing Eve, Angela’s cold friend) likewise are absolutely phenomenal, displaying expertise in their cadence and expressiveness that hails them as some of the next great horror actresses. The way the three leads play off each other’s performances is the movie’s greatest strength, with each successive scene feeling fun and unexpected. There’s a memorable tone that reminded me of much of the fun I had watching Diablo Cody and Karyn Kusama’s outing in Jennifer’s Body, and it’s most pronounced when these three are put center stage.
The cinematic landscape set for them by director Sasha Rainbow proves itself to be crafted with love by her creative choices. Framing her environments to accentuate the characters on screen comes with ease. It is a funny parallel to see the mainstage of the movie is a house under construction, because Rainbow is constantly playing with the surroundings, building and rebuilding spaces to fit the mood like an architect. She’s a filmmaker who is intimately aware of the space and place she has control over.
The film’s color palette and lighting regularly shifts around, creating new and vivid moods for moments of absolutely gnarly body horror and even more disturbing emotional beats to take place in. The setting and visuals are enhanced by an original soundtrack full of exciting music, experimental pop sounds accompanying Wei on her exploration of body and self, and becoming all the more intense as things just continue to go wrong in all the best ways.
Grafted is a perfect balance of substance and style, and one of the best additions to the pantheon of coming-of-age horror films since Raw, and even Carrie before it. It’s got everything you could want out of a body horror film, driven by an ensemble of up-and-coming talent bringing to life the vision of Rainbow’s strong new voice in the genre. I’m eagerly awaiting its distribution to Shudder, as it easily deserves its soon-to-be-found fan-favorite status. Be sure to keep your eyes (and maybe just a little bit of your skin) peeled for this one.
Grafted played at Brooklyn Horror Film Fest on October 21st, 2024, and will be heading to Shudder January 24th, 2025.
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Brooklyn Horror Film Festival 2025: ‘Buffet Infinity’ Review
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.
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. Buffett 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
Buffett 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. Buffett Infinity uses its commercial to create the story. Instead of watching news pieces, then irrelevant commercials, then back to news pieces, Buffett Infinity breaks the mold. Hell, it creates the mold.
As someone who has been dying to see a Welcome to Nightvale film, Buffett 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 Buffett 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
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.
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.


