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[REVIEW] ‘Swallowed’ Delivers Painfully Effective Body Horror

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Body horror is in some ways marred by its typical conventions, but more often than not, by supernatural circumstances. The preeminent examples of the genre are special effects driven spectacles about gory or absurd things happening to unfortunate characters and their even more unfortunate physical forms. Such as Hellraiser, Society, or The Thing, something detached from reality where flesh is horribly deformed or sculpted into something beyond recognition. And you cannot find me complaining about that, I will forever praise those movies for their technical achievements and effectiveness. But some of the best body horror is the uncomfortably realistic horror, not monsters from beyond space and between realms, but agonizingly real physical experiences, with agonizing emotions behind them sold by the actors portraying it. Swallowed is one of those experiences.

A Dangerous Send Off

For Ben, it’s the final night in his dreary hometown; he’s moving to Hollywood, not to be your typical actor, but to become an adult film star. For Dom, feelings torn by his love for Ben, it’s the last big outing in a small place with his best friend. In a ploy to give Ben a going away present and set him up with cash for the big move, Dom attempts to smuggle a package of drugs across the Canadian border.

At the pickup however, Ben ends up roped into carrying the drugs as well after being held at gunpoint. What they end up swallowing isn’t your typical fix, and the contents of the packages they carry put both of their lives in danger.

Carter Smith’s Directorial Evolution

I never put together that our director here, Carter Smith, was the same Carter Smith who directed The Passenger (the second film of the Kyle Gallner threepeat that made thriller movies so enjoyable in 2024), or the often forgotten The Ruins. The latter squandered its source materials nauseating, Lovecraftian premise for something more digestible, but I find myself very glad to say Swallowed does no such thing. It is not digestible, it is not pedestrian, and it is unrelentingly brutal.

Looking back on Swallowed doesn’t show Smith’s rapid growth as a director, but just a completely different vibe altogether; the aesthetic qualities here are reminiscent of Jeremy Saulnier’s directing above all else, rather than a less developed iteration of the directing skills he would show off in The Passenger. It’s intimate and romantic in some respects, but also grimy and tense at the same time; it can dial between calm and panicked with the smoothest of transitions.

Naturalistic lighting abounds with a muted color palette and cool tones that cast a shade of visually communicated misfortune for our characters. And by the time it’s over, there is a lingering emotional exhaustion from it crawling through your optic nerves that takes a bit to settle down.

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Cinematography and Visual Style

The cinematography drapes a stressful skin over the preciseness of Swallowed’s cast. Jose Colon is the star of the show here as Dom, delivering one of the most harrowing physical performances I’ve seen out of a horror film in a good long while; it’s one that really complements Cooper Koch’s style, whose choices synthesize in his interactions with Colon to sell you on the love that Ben and Dom develop tragically too late.

Jena Malone’s acidic acting as the slimy drug dealer underling Alice is nothing to scoff at either, as she delivers a pretty biting aura to the screen in her skittish movements and scattered angry insults. Her conflict with Ben and Dom is very believable on a regrettably familiar level, portraying in earnest the films’ themes of an uncaring society that often turns its nose up in disgust at not just gay men, but gay sex workers in particular.

Mark Patton’s Memorable Role

I’m always happy to see Mark Patton (who walked through a door at one point to an inner thought of “Hey, that’s Jesse from Nightmare 2!” because I had yet to read the cast list), and he is pretty great here; it is a shame that he hasn’t gotten many chances to be in a quality queer horror film given his background and legacy in horror history, but when given that opportunity, he fulfills his part of the assignment as Rich, the head of the smuggling operation.

He’s sinister and truly lecherous in every letter of the word, deranged in how normally he treats his own cruelty as a passing quirk of the job. His complete dissociation with the harm he’s doing as he carves away at bits of Ben’s dignity and security is infuriating and effective.

Pacing and Structural Flaws

Although I enjoyed his presence and the occasional batty line delivery he had to offer, his appearance marks a point in the film where the pace becomes slower than I had hoped, resulting in the bitter ending we get feeling like it showed up about 10 minutes late. The runtime could use a healthy shave, and it’s unfortunate that Patton’s character is the harbinger of the necessary editing it needs.

The ending stutters and deflates some of the emotional charge it built up, with the last two scenes feeling like they should have been completely reversed in order, as the penultimate one is by far more effective as a final shot than the big and clumsily depicted moment of revenge we get before the title card.

Ultimately, it’s the addition of issues like these that make this movie hard for me to outright love, but it’s impossible for me to say I dislike it eitherWith Smith delivering a disquieting experience in what was very clearly a passion project in trying to disturb the viewer, Swallowed ends up being every bit as tactile as its name would suggest.

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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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‘Iron Lung’ Review: Exceptionally Atmospheric Cosmic Horror

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As Iron Lung begins, the film places you in an overhead shot looking down at a submarine that’s seen better days. Jagged metal teeth of a broken cage sit at its head, illuminated by a light from the ship above that’s about to cut it loose. As you’re about to be dropped into a roiling ocean of blood, you become quickly invested in its story.

A dire paternal voiceover runs you through your place in the world as an observer: someone is being sent into the “waters” of a far-off moon in a dead, dark galaxy. They’re in search of an answer you’re automatically aware will never be enough and a penance they will never attain. It prompts an obvious, cutting question: if Hell is where we’re looking for an answer, how bad must things be among the stars to go searching there for hope?

A Surprising Outing for Writer and Director Mark Fischbach

The debut feature film of writer and director Mark Fischbach, better known to the internet at large as Markiplier, is as surprising as it is atmospheric. And no, not surprising because Fischbach is an internet personality crossing over into film. And no, not surprising because this is a video game adaptation that is actually quite good.

The surprise here is mainly from the way Fischbach dodges a number of first-time filmmaker torpedoes that would otherwise sink the film straight to the sea floor. It’s in the very clear coordination and trust he has with his cast and crew. In a way, the film itself is a mirror of the submersible his character is forced to pilot: flawed, surely, but strong enough to complete its mission and deliver an exceptional experience.

What Is Iron Lung About Exactly?

The story goes as follows: in the wake of an event called the Quiet Rapture, the stars themselves have been snuffed out. Most of the galaxy has been plunged into sudden darkness, and a mass dying off has consumed countless worlds (think the worst possible aftermath to The Nine Billion Names of God).

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Convicted for a reprehensible crime, the convict Simon (played by Markiplier himself) has been given a rare opportunity to return to life among the survivors. The mission is to pilot a death trap of a one-man submarine into the blood oceans of an alien moon, looking for a scientific sample useful enough to earn his freedom. That is, assuming he doesn’t lose his mind or his life in the process.

Bespoke Set Design That Matches the Premise Perfectly

Iron Lung should be commended first and foremost for being a bottle film with the perfect set design to match. Not overly ambitious, but not too simplistic either. Contained in a marvel of a small space, the submarine here is a tactile nightmare of rusty metal and antiquated technology you never get sick of seeing more of.

While Fischbach and director of photography Philip Roy have the camera linger in close ups almost too often, I don’t blame them for wanting to capture the finer details and leer at them. It’s clear every inch of this condensation covered machine was engineered by the art team and production design to emphasize its prison cell qualities as a barely functional vessel.

The ship’s external camera fires off like a flash bulb on its interior, barely illuminating the cabin with its next horrific image of the sea floor before plunging us back into darkness. The oxygen gauge and its cold robotic voice are a countdown to the painful annihilation that awaits its pilot. Its proximity sensors give only the barest indications of what’s going on outside, ticking a dull noise warning us: you are not alone. It’s a punishment to operate, and the set design as well as the very solid sound design that accompany it make that violently clear and effectively spinetingling.

Translation From Game to Film Isn’t So Perfect Though

This perfect setting isn’t always used perfectly though. The translation of the game’s mechanics and gameplay to the screen are both a weakness and a strength. They make the pacing of the first third run to a slow start, especially when Fischbach’s screenplay grinds against the strong suit of the film’s cinematography: the panic of it all.

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Like its video game source material, David Szymanski’s Iron Lung, the film is really at its best when it’s instilling a sense of active and imminent panic. A tone that matches the borrowed time the submarine is glued together with. Putting out fires, both literal and metaphorical, ratcheting up its claustrophobia as you’re placed cheek to cheek with Simon in steamy, metallic darkness. This is where Iron Lung shines.

Markiplier’s Performance in Iron Lung is Hit or Miss, But Mostly Hits

It’s outside of these moments of panic where the weakest parts of the script and Fischbach’s performance are highlighted. Some weak line deliveries and beats of dead air kill the real tight headlock the film could have you gripped in from start to finish. And while Fischbach is phenomenal at playing terrified or pleading or even simple exhaustion in the face of the impossible, he really requires someone to bounce off of as his solo work just isn’t as compelling. Even the clunkiest bits of dialogue between him and his jailer (Caroline Kaplan) are better than the best of his moments where he talks to himself or tries to inject some humor into the bleak story.

This is a shame too, because the minimalist storytelling and background we get for his character is genuinely very intriguing. It’s thematically rich for what the film is trying to say about the power and terror of belief, and it’s doubly satisfying that the film has enough confidence to not lay everything out in a longwinded speech explaining the motives and lore that landed him here.

All that being said, his performance is hit or miss, but he mostly hits. The dialogue becomes more urgent as we approach the climax, and all of the cast delivers on that impending doom nicely. It reaches its peak in the final act, and Fischbach is on fire as he struggles to hold himself together in the face of absolute madness leaching its way into the pressurized cabin.

Iron Lung: A Redemptive Finale With Pure Liquid Body Horror

What a fantastic final act it is, one that makes up for its imperfection in the first two parts with a homerun of pure liquid body horror. It’s just phenomenal how the film’s digital and practical effects present the true horrors of Iron Lung. There’s a near perfect mesh between the two, and they highlight the best influences of similar genre films that came before.

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Soaked with all the gore, madness, and mystery of the likes of Event Horizon and Pandorum, Iron Lung is a worthy successor in the cosmic horror genre as it rises above its own problems. It’s a moody, environmentally precise stunner of a horror film that sets a benchmark as the movie to beat for forthcoming releases this year.

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‘The Ritual (2017)’ Review: When Grief Gets Gruesome

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The Ritual is, without a doubt, one of the most completely enthralling horror films of the past decade. Usually, I wouldn’t open with such a strong reaction for a movie that isn’t a technical and narrative masterpiece, but this is close enough to call that in. It’s at the very least masterful work that deserves more love, and that’s even with it having a permanent home and high placement on the world’s biggest streaming platform. It’s no longer the obscure hidden gem it was at the time of release, if it ever was that, but I refuse to stop talking about it.

The sheer catharsis this film grants through its cast, and the way its environment really pushes that cast of characters, is what I could only describe as “surgical.” It cuts to the bone. It’s a movie about the strangling nature of grief, and it gives us a great time showing its characters fighting against that choking feeling.

What is The Ritual (2017) About?

After the death of Rob, things haven’t been the same for Luke. The memories of the robbery that took his life, a robbery he had to witness hiding behind a liquor shelf, still haunt him. But there’s a chance for closure as he and his friends go on the trip that Luke had helped plan the night he died.

Their quest to honor his memory sends them through the beautiful locales of Northern Sweden, along a hiking trail in the mountains. But after an attempt at a shortcut sends the group deep into the woods and they struggle to get back on course, it becomes violently clear they aren’t the only ones in the wilderness. Ritualistic markings, involving dead animals and dire effigies, warn of a much greater power lurking in the forest. Whether they can escape it depends on whether they can keep each other safe long enough to get out.

Netflix Could You Lock In And Do A Physical Release For Once

This is a phenomenal film, but I’d be remiss if I didn’t get up on my soapbox about its format for just one moment.  Regrettably, this is a streaming-only film that has been shackled by Netflix to its platform. It has an excessively rare DVD release floating around, but that is also unfortunately, region locked, and likely more low fidelity than most physical collectors would like. Especially when so much of this movie relies on shadow and darkness, a Blu-Ray release is kind of obligatory for high quality preservation of the director’s vision.

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Not sure what I expected from the media conglomerate that it is. Netflix is already notorious for refusing to release physical media and then cancelling and erasing shows from the platform. What are we going to do with you Netflix? You only ever seem to cause me problems. Just make the physical release for this already.

Gorgeous, Grotesque, And Gut-wrenching All At The Same Time

Setting that thought aside, this film was bound to be fantastic given the horror pedigree behind it. Cutting loose anthology director David Bruckner, the MVP of the V/H/S franchise, then giving him a budget and legendary location scouting is about as great as you’d expect. It’s like saying that sugar and butter make things taste better; should you really be shocked?

When you have this many lighting and environmental factors to juggle, expectations are understandably high. The film on paper should look at least a little choppy, but Bruckner and cinematographer Andrew Shulkind really are in their element here. This is only exemplified even further by the film’s most memorable space-bending set piece at its climax. I won’t even risk spoiling it for lack of a better description, but I will say the stark contrast they play with light and shadow here makes for some really captivating visuals and frightening moments.

The naturalistic environment this folk horror takes place in really has a knack for showing the contrasting beauty and grotesqueness of the things hiding in the woods. And its director really has a knack for using that environment to squeeze the actors for all they’ve got.

A Phenomenal Cast Led By Rafe Spall

Make no mistake: The Ritual is not just a pretty face. This is at its core a story about a group of men facing their strained relationships in the wake of a brutal death, and all the ugliness that entails. They’re foolish, angry, bitter, and sad people struggling each in their own way to accept a loss. What it leads you with is what you’d expect to be one-note characters being slotted into archetypal roles, but what they end up as feels surprisingly real.

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The obvious star here is our lead Rafe Spall, whose turn as main character Luke ranges from downright depressing to shockingly soul lifting. You can see Spall plays him as a man slowly trying to piece himself back together, fumbling as he’s soaked in alcohol and self-pity. His changing demeanor throughout the film really reflects the truth of his character: he was only ever going to change and confront his past when he was forced to. And him being forced to go through supernatural circumstances really does make for one of the most satisfying character arcs in a horror film I’ve ever seen.

Is This The Best Creature Design Of The Past 20 Years?

Again, it’s difficult to talk about this film without spoiling its most fun moments, so I will just say that you only stand to gain something by watching it. If its emotional aspects don’t grab you, its aesthetic qualities will. And if all that fails to grab you, maybe this will: The Ritual boasts what is the definitively best monster design of the 2010s, if not the past 20 years. Nothing, and I mean nothing, can top the visual concept this film delivers on with that design. Need I say more?

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