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[REVIEW] Henry: A (Badly Painted) Portrait of a Serial Killer (1986)
While Henry: Portrait of a Serial Killer succeeds as a film, it completely fails at shedding any light on the true horrific story beneath the fiction. For a film that was post-release deemed X-rated, it is rather tame. With this film’s notoriety, I was expecting something more historically authentic and truthful. The final product is nothing more than two writers’ picking and choosing of history. I know that not every bit of detail can go into a film and some things need to be left out. It’s just confounding as to what was left out and which inauthentic aspects were added.
When thinking of the theme for January, “based on a true story”, many films came to mind. Many films boldly claim to be “based on a true story” and so many of them get it all wrong. If you think a real story is great enough to be adapted into a film, then why do filmmakers find the need to change myriad aspects of what made the story appealing? The first film I wanted to look at that was “based on a true story” is one I’ve scrolled past many times, Henry: Portrait of a Serial Killer. True crime stories fascinate me, as they do many, and this story is one I always thought was interesting.
Henry Lee Lucas was nicknamed the Confession Killer due to his confessions of over one thousand murders. Why was he allowed to confess to so many crimes that he obviously didn’t commit? It comes down to his addiction to nicotine and police laziness. Before we try to analyze whether or not this is a faithful adaptation (it’s not), let’s take a look at the film proper.
Henry: Portrait of a Serial Killer follows nomad serial killer Henry (Michael Rooker) who is currently shacking up with his prison friend Otis (Tom Towles). The two men are eventually joined by Becky (Tracy Arnold), Otis’s sister who comes to town after escaping a particularly bad relationship. As Henry and Otis slip further into depravity, Henry finds himself getting closer to the off-limits Becky. Will Becky cast a wedge between Henry and Otis? Can she drive him out of the devil’s grips?
As a film, Henry succeeds. It depicts a fascinating delve into the mind of a serial killer. While Henry Lee Lucas probably killed four to five people, this film paints him in a much more questionable light. (I’m not saying he was a good person by any means, but we’ll get to that later.) Co-writer/director John McNaughton sets the scene with a seedy salaciousness. You can feel the dirt, grime, and blood pulsing from the screen. Henry was McNaughton’s directorial debut and oozed controversy; it’s an impressive debut.
Unfortunately, this film is little more than flashy. It’s controversy, for controversy’s sake. The most frustrating aspect about Henry is why it was even made. McNaughton could have easily written a slasher film about a degenerate serial killer and called it a day. Instead, he spits in the face of the people Lucas actually did kill. It should be noted that Michael Rooker and Tom Towles (rest in peace) give exceptionally authentic performances. There’s just no need to set their performances against the backdrop of supposedly real crimes.
A frequent criticism of true crime adaptations comes from the families involved. Recently, the mother of Tony Hughes (one of Jeffrey Dahmer’s victims), came out against the the Netflix series Monster: The Jeffrey Dahmer Story. Did McNaughton specifically pick Henry Lee Lucas because the victims were considered “the less dead”? It’s easy to spit in the face of the victims if their families don’t care about them/know they’re dead.
So what’s the point of trying to tell the Henry Lee Lucas story when you can’t even tell the basic information correctly? Lucas was missing an eye, which caused him many problems growing up. Do you think this was addressed in the film? Nope. Otis’s name in real life was Ottis (pronounced ah-tis). Why change his name? Becky was Ottis’s 11-year-old niece and not his 18-year-old sister. If you’re trying to tell a story about a serial killer that the audience ISN’T supposed to like, then why sugarcoat things?
McNaughton finds it necessary to show kills that Henry Lee Lucas definitely did not commit, yet he finds the need to whitewash the relationship between Henry and Becky. Becky had developmental issues in real life. So why don’t you show the true awful side of Henry? Instead, they decide to show us a consenting relationship between Henry and Becky. It’s truly distasteful. The number of times they try to find ways to make you sympathize with Henry rather than beg for police intervention is astounding.
While Henry: Portrait of a Serial Killer succeeds as a film, it completely fails at shedding any light on the true horrific story beneath the fiction. For a film that was post-release deemed X-rated, it is rather tame. With this film’s notoriety, I was expecting something more historically authentic and truthful. The final product is nothing more than two writers’ picking and choosing of history. I know that not every bit of detail can go into a film and some things need to be left out. It’s just confounding as to what was left out and which inauthentic aspects were added.
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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. 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
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.


