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  • Review: DAMSEL Blazes Onto Netflix

    Review: DAMSEL Blazes Onto Netflix

    New Movie Brings Creature Feature Horror to Fairy Tales

    With its title and its premise, Damselcertainly sets itself up as a post-modern riff on the fairy tale formula. We’ve seen this sort of thing many times before: from ‘Red Hot Riding Hood’ to Sondheim and Lapine’s classic Into the Woods, there has always been a market for taking the universally recognized tropes of fairy tales and turning them inside out. Shrek codified a specific angle of attack in 2001, parodying the Disney incarnations of these stories with such acidic contempt that Disney’s subsequent line of fairy tale/princess movies and remakes seem reverse engineered around sidestepping that line of attack, especially when it comes to the trope of the ‘damsel in distress’.

    Instead, there’s now a great deal of patronizing efforts to refashion princesses/damsels into an acceptable modern incarnation without doing the actual work of trying to build dynamic and interesting characters, or reexamining the narratives themselves and trying to do better. The trope remains unchallenged, but now it’s wearing a “Future Is Feminism” t-shirt.

    I bring all this up because Damsel is not another not another fairy tale. While imperfect, it actually goes through the effort of building a real character and putting her through the dramatic wringer rather than stopping after, “what if the damsel rescued herself!?!?” as if that alone is still enough of an idea to support a feature film.

    Damsel is also the latest installment in the Millie Bobby Brown movie star project. She’ll be iconic forever thanks to Stranger Things, and the Elona Holmes movies gave her room to both headline a project and demonstrate a wide range of capabilities beyond what she gets to do as Eleven. Even those Godzilla movies…look, I’m not going to try to argue that those are especially taxing on her range as a thespian, but at the very least they give her a chance to appear in a contemporary setting and play a regular human being, not a traumatized psychic demigod or a Victorian wunderkind. Damsel is an entirely new challenge though: For long stretches of the movie, she is by herself onscreen. The movie lives or dies on whether or not Millie Bobbie Brown, who also produced the film, is compelling to watch with nothing and no one to interact with, and you either pull that off or you don’t.

    Brown plays Elodie, the princess of a poor, frostbitten kingdom ruled by her father (Ray Winstone) and not-wicked-but-trying-a-little-too-hard-a-little-overeager-and-things-are-just-naturally-awkward-between-steparents-and-stepchildren-life-is-such-a-rich-tapestry-stepmother (Angela Bassett). When a representative of Queen Isabelle (Robin Wright) from the wealthy kingdom of Aurea arrive to propose a marriage between Elodie and Aurea’s prince Henry (Nick Robinson), it seems like a perfect solution to Elodie’s kingdom’s woes.

    Here’s an early choice that suggests that screenwriter Dan Mazeau is putting in the extra work rather than resting on post-modern laurels: The easy choice would be to make Elodie an Arya Stark-adjacent tomboy who is ahead of everyone else in calling out arranged marriages, wealth inequality, impractical women’s outfits, etc. So often, the people behind this sort of fare are in such a rush to get to Linda Hamilton in Terminator 2, they forget that that character doesn’t work without Linda Hamilton in Terminator 1. Here, Elodie is given the chance to be swept away by what’s presented as a swooning romance. Brown naturally conveys intelligence on screen, so her questioning glances and furrowed brow speak volumes, but she also convincingly plays someone being charmed, and she does it without seeming stupid even as we the audience know the bottom is going to fall out eventually.

    ‘Eventually’ being a key word. If there’s one criticism I can lob at Damsel right out of the gate, it’s that Mazeau and director Juan Carlos Fresnadillo (28 Weeks Later) take a bit too long getting things going. A patient, steady escalation isn’t a bad thing in a creature feature, but Damsel’s first act spends a bit too much time clearing its throat before things finally kick off.

    But before too long, poor Elodie is thrown down a pit as a sacrifice to a foul-tempered dragon who speaks with the velvety malice of the great Shohreh Aghdashloo. From then on, we are lost in the dark with Elodie as she tries to navigate her way through a labyrinthine system of caves, all the time being hunted and taunted by a creature who combines fire-breathing with good old fashioned passive-aggressive negging. Aghdashloo brings a spirit of wicked fun to this scaly nemesis, and the dragon itself is an imposing new entry in that auspicious species of beast. Fresnadillo is careful to avoid revealing the creature in full for much of the film, but when she arrives on screen the dragon works as both a character and a special effect, the human personality working in concert with animal ferocity.

    The way Elodie gathers and uses items, and the way scattered items and writings gradually lay out the backstory of her dire situation, even the structure of the differently themed caverns, all feels very much in conversation with the ongoing fusing of cinematic and video game language, putting Damsel into an emerging canon alongside the likes of 10 Cloverfield Lane, Edge of Tomorrow, Source Code, and more.

    Some of this material is actually over-written: for someone cowering and trying to hide, Elodie sure makes a point of reading every sign out loud. I assume that’s a concession to the Netflix second-screen experience, which necessitates that every major point get audibly underlined to appease viewers who are watching on their phone while doing other things. But when the film trusts Brown to carry the entire endeavor on the strength of her abilities, it more than works. If this is a make it or break it test for her as a movie star, she more than conquers the challenge.

    It helps that ever since she was a child, Millie Bobby Brown is very, very, very good at playing pain. And boy does she go through it here. Fresnadillo’s background is in horror, and once the dragon arrives you can feel him delighting in the opportunities afforded by having a pissed off fire-breathing antagonist to play with. Damsel is a PG-13 but it gleefully pushes the outer boundaries of that rating from some genuinely gnarly burns to multiple instances of human beings getting popped like meat-filled balloons.

    In that sense, Damsel feels like a conscious throwback to the kind of fantasy film we saw before Lord of the Rings came along, before fantasy films were multi-installment sagas that required chunky appendixes of characters, nations, factions, mythologies, etc. Damsel’s aesthetic and defiantly somber tone (completely devoid of any sort of post-Whedon winking or comic relief) bring it closer in line to the likes of Dragonslayer and Legend, a form of fantasy cinema far humbler than the lofty epics the genre now supports.

    You can feel Damsel straining against its budget (I wonder if one day people will look back at janky flat green-screen shots with the same affection that I do matte paintings), and its final act is similarly longwinded as its first. The credits start rolling after the 100-minute mark, so it’s not as if the movie is noticeably long for a creature feature, but even so things start to feel a little repetitive before the end. Thankfully, the grand finale to the rivalry between Elodie and her tormenter is satisfying enough to make up for a somewhat clunky landing path.

    Damsel doesn’t so much reinvent the wheel as reexamine the wheel from a new angle to demonstrate why it didn’t require reinvention in the first place. In shoring itself of modern affectations, it successfully breathes fresh life into old bones. And as a lifelong fan of fantasy, I find that the genre is richer when there’s a nice balance between the operatic high fantasy epics and entries like this, nasty little cherry bombs that boil the genre down to a defiant girl, a sharp object, and a nasty critter that will not be easy to kill.

    Damsel is available on Netflix.

  • Machines of Empathy: 2023’s Top Films to Help You Be a More Empathetic Human Being

    Machines of Empathy: 2023’s Top Films to Help You Be a More Empathetic Human Being

    “Movies are the most powerful empathy machine in all the arts.”

    Roger Ebert famously used the term “empathy machine” to describe films as a way to provide perspective, sensitivity, and awareness through stories that find a foothold in our common humanity. It’s an idea that we love to celebrate – our mission has always been to champion compassion over cynicism – and for the last several years our Editor in Chief Ed Travis has been highlighting some of his favorite films that fulfill this ideal.

    Perspective is the goal, and to that end this year we’re taking more of a team approach and collecting input from the whole gang on the films that broadened our horizons.

    This certainly isn’t a comprehensive list of the films that grabbed us, but they are some of the key ones we wanted to call out.

    1946: The Mistranslation That Shifted Culture

    With a fascinating premise that at times plays out like a true crime documentary that is digging to find the clues that will crack the case, filmmaker Sharon “Rocky” Roggio tells the story about how the word “homosexual” first made its way into the English language translation of the Bible. It’s a word that simply didn’t appear in the English Bible until 1946. The narrative the film relays is that the inclusion of the word seemed to be without agenda at first, but quickly became crucial to the white evangelical American understanding of Christianity. I’ve been a Jesus guy my whole life, but throughout my life I’ve really struggled with the idea that God would exclude (and exclude, and exclude) access to the Kingdom of God for people who act X way or believe X thing. So topically, this film couldn’t be more relevant to me, a straight white male who simply wants to see the Lord’s table be radically open to all.

    While the evidence seems clear that what 1946 is trying to tell us is true, the empathy this film generates comes primarily from its primary subjects, who are authentically living out their faith simultaneously with their theological understanding of what God thinks about homosexuality. Rocky includes herself as a subject in the film, a technique I don’t always appreciate in documentaries. But in an act of supreme vulnerability, Rocky’s own father is also a subject. And Rocky’s father is a staunch evangelical pastor who disagrees with Rocky’s queer lifestyle. 1946 is a film that compels from start to finish, but also grants access into the lives of earnest faith-seekers who live vulnerable lives forever intertwined with family that have had a wedge driven between them due to theology. Hopeful and fascinating, it presents the possibility that scripture was never actually trying to teach exclusion and that the faith community desperately needs to radically include our LGBTQIA brothers and sisters, even while depicting with honesty the firm and unyielding stances of so many who disagree.

    Ed Travis

    20 Days in Mariupol

    For those of us in the US especially, somewhat sheltered and segregated from the global community, it’s easy to get inured to the geopolitical happenings over there in places like Eastern Europe, Southeast Asia, and the Middle East. The ongoing Russian invasion of the Ukraine is one such struggle that can get lost in a wall of noise, especially now some two years after the inciting incident.

    20 Days in Mariupol, which just picked up an Academy Award for Best Documentary, follows a team of journalists as they capture and narrate footage of the besieged city. Their cameras record unforgettable images including injured civilians and overcrowded hospitals, bombed buildings, bodies being dumped into mass graves, and a harrowing first person trek through streets and alleys, evading enemy eyes.

    It’s a sobering glimpse into the very real atrocities of an unjust – and still ongoing – modern war with a very human toll.

    Austin Vashaw

    All of Us Strangers

    Loosely based on Taichi Yamada’s well-regarded 1987 novel, Strangers, writer-director Andrew Haigh’s adaptation, All of Us Strangers, locates the central character’s melancholic loneliness not in the present, where personal and professional disappointments are more likely the cause, but in the immutable past. For Adam (Andrew Scott), a forty-something, modestly successful, London-based screenwriter, the past refuses to remain the past. Adam carries a grief-stained childhood with him, sometimes as a burden, sometimes as a blessing, but it always remains unseen, hovering just out of frame and out of reach, perpetually reminding him of what he’s lost and can never recover or regain. The past, unresolved and unreconciled, casts a heavy pall over not just his personality, but on how he interacts with the world below and outside his one-bedroom condo-apartment.

    Mel Valentin

     All of Us Strangers takes great care to show how such a fear can be spurred by the kind of trauma and grief both Adam and Harry have experienced in their own ways. It’s also in the present-day scenes where the “strangers” of the film’s title becomes the clearest, referring to the collection of gay men whose families never knew them, could never possibly know them in the way other “strangers” like them could. In so many ways, Haigh’s film belongs to them, to that generation of gay men who were lost at one point, and especially to those who were never found.

    Frank Calvillo

    All of Us Strangers is staggering. It’s an exploration of loss, loneliness, and, ultimately, connection. It’s about the inherent messiness of being human and the miracle of empathy, the most priceless gift we can give each other. Every moment in our lives is fleeting, and it’s the moments where we shut ourselves off from the world that will linger longest. Whether it’s time with friends and family taken for granted or a run in with a stranger cut off before it has a chance to develop, All of Us Strangers shows that it’s the connections, and the missed ones, that have the power to transcend.

    Eddie Strait

    Are You There God? It’s Me, Margaret

    Based on Judy Blume’s famous novel which has been enrapturing girls for decades, Are You There God? is an incredible journey in an 11-year-old girl’s shoes. New in town, Margaret longs for what most girls her age do – to have friends and fit in at school. The girls in her new burg are a little more sophisticated, and that, combined with their burgeoning adolescence, creates a lot of pressure. The girls are sexually interested, and seem overly obsessed with racing toward bigger boobs and having their periods, and Margaret feels forced to comply with her peers but really just wants to be a kid. Meanwhile, other concerns at home, including being in a mixed-religious household with both Jewish and Christian backgrounds, lead to a struggle to find her identity and place (special shout-out here to Rachel McAdams who is tremendous as Margaret’s mom).

    Even from the beginning the novel was met with controversy for its delving into such subject matter, but it’s all tremendously relevant and wonderfully realized – and deeply moving. Are You There God? may have been written for preteen girls, but it’s the ultimate weepy Dad movie. Margaret herself learns a hard lesson about empathy when she realizes she is complicit in her clique’s bullying of another girl, and decides to change.

    I can do no better than to close with a quote from friend-of-Cinapse Dan Hassler-Forest, who puts it succinctly: “I thought it was a good idea to watch this with my 11-year-old daughter, who spent the entire running time being mortified and embarrassed over her dad who simply could not stop crying.”

    Austin Vashaw

    Beyond Utopia

    Beyond Utopia is a documentary about people who attempt to flee the DPRK, and it tracks a few different threads including the experiences of some successful escapees. But the film’s main focus, and most of its runtime, centers on a brave pastor who has become a specialist in aiding defectors and helping them make the trek to freedom. He’s put in touch with a desperate family that has just escaped North Korea into China, and thus is set up the race against time and oppressive odds to save this family – ranging in age from from young kids up to grandma – guiding them thousands of miles through China, Vietnam, and Laos to finally escape to Thailand where they can gain sanctuary – a journey that includes sneaking across borders illegally, enduring a grueling nighttime trek by foot over mountainous jungle, and ending their journey fording a river in a couple of small, wobbly boats.

    There have been a lot of documentaries over the years about North Korea and those who have succeeded (or failed) to escape it, but even so Beyond Utopia is among the most intense and eye-opening – more so for reflecting the current situation. Depicting this struggle with a real family humanizes and illustrates this in a way that truly enlightens and contextualizes the situation.

    Austin Vashaw

    Fallen Leaves

    You may recall when So Long, and Thanks for All the Fish was humorously billed as “The Fourth Book in the Hitch-Hiker Trilogy” (that trilogy eventually culminated in a “Part Six of Three”).

    Similarly, Fallen Leaves (unrelated to Alice Guy-Blaché’s historic silent film) marks director Aki Kaurismäki’s return to his famous “Proletariat Trilogy” which relayed stories of outwardly simple working class people through a mixture of tragedy and comedy. The Proletariat stories are a rather pure distillation of the idea that drives our exploration of empathy, so naturally – and deservingly – this newest title in the series finds a place on our list.

    It’s a deceptively simple setup, a romantic film about a couple of desperately lonely low-wage workers, both struggling and barely scraping by. Ansa, a grocery stocker, and Holappa, a machinist, randomly meet, find themselves fond of one another, and begin a gentle courtship. Both are quiet and introverted, and reaching out because they sense there’s something here worth grasping. But despite their mutual attraction, Holappa’s alcoholism and self-loathing drive a sharp divide, threatening to derail their new love. The “will they/won’t they” component is strong, and spending time with these struggling characters and feeling the weight of their lives is an exercise in understanding – yet the film maintains a light enough touch that the narrative remains intriguing rather than becoming oppressive.

    Austin Vashaw

    The Holdovers

    Despite not being “an Alexander Payne guy”, I was won over by The Holdovers and its idea of taking three different individuals, each in some way the kind of person society would just write off, and exploring who they are. Payne lovingly and honestly delves into his trio of broken souls to reveal subtle depths and layers. There aren’t a lot of grand speeches and overall huge theatrical scenes. There are a lot of moments of people talking and leaning on each other without ever realizing it. To look beyond the surface of who a person is isn’t a novel notion, but it’s one that society needs reminding of from time to time.

    The instances of comedy and the spectacular recreation of the 1970s make The Holdovers an enjoyable ride from start to finish, ensuring the audience is given a break from some of the film’s heavier moments. Payne especially uses the latter element to great effect, showing the disenchantment the decade brought on and how it affected the country in ways both big and small. But it’s the people at the center that make the film such a special and rewarding experience. In Paul (Paul Giamatti), Angus (Dominic Sessa), and Mary (Da’Vine Joy Randolph), Payne gives us some rich examples of damaged souls and how they rely on each other to battle grief, fear, and isolationism in one of the year’s most cathartic and enriching films.

    Frank Calvillo

    It Lives Inside

    A wildly under discussed and underrated genre gem, It Lives Inside is at its core a fish-out-of-water story. Samidha (Megan Suri) is a high schooler stuck between her desire to fit in with the American culture of her peers and the Indian culture of her family. Known to her other friends as Sam, she has turned from her former best friend Tamira, showing embarrassment and a desire to distance herself from her Indian roots. Tamira approaches her with a jar that has something sinister in it. Sam smashes the jar in a fit and the entity inside is released.

    What ensues is a unique possession story steeped in Indian culture and folklore, but the viewer need not be overly familiar with the Indian stories fueling the horror to be drawn into the emotions that Sam, her family, and her friends are dealing with in this film. The demonic force that Sam must battle, the Pishach, represents her attempts to distance herself from her family’s culture and history, forcing her to grapple with how to allow it to become part of her in a way she can live with, representing the peace she finally accomplishes in balancing the two cultures she must embrace to be whole.

    Justin Harlan

    Knock at the Cabin

    This M. Night Shyamalan adaptation of the much heralded Paul Tremblay novel revolves around an adorable 7 year old girl named Wen (newcomer Kristen Cui) and her 2 fathers, Eric and Andrew (Jonathan Groff and Ben Aldridge). The three of them are vacationing in a cabin surrounded by beautiful scenery when a stranger knocks at the door. The stranger, Leonard (phenomenally portrayed by Dave Bautista), is accompanied by 3 others who explain to the family that the world is ending and that the only way to stop it is for one of the family to be sacrificed.

    As the story unravels, the veracity of the strangers’ tale is challenged, with the truth ever more ambiguous but the circumstances ever more harrowing. In the end, though, the film forces one to ask whether they would sacrifice themselves for their family… and further their family for the fate of the world. Exploring the relationships of Eric and Andrew, their love for Wen, and their possible connections to the strangers, the film places the viewers in the seat of the family and the strangers as they all make difficult decisions.

    Justin Harlan

    Monster

    My first introduction to Hirokazu Kore-Eda was through his 2018 film Shoplifters, which previously made Ed’s 2018 list. Monster functions in a similar vein, initially following a single mother’s (Sakura Ando, excellent here and in Godzilla: Minus One) quest for justice after her young son’s odd antisocial behavior turns out to potentially be related to abuse at the hands of his grade school teacher. We’re so invested in this journey of righteousness when Kore-Eda turns the tables back onto us–revealing that this quick shot of emotional gratification has blinded us to the nuances and complex character dynamics at the core of this seemingly simple situation. What’s more, Kore-Eda proceeds to perform this narrative sleight of hand constantly throughout the picture–unexpectedly leading us to open our hearts as well as our minds to characters we initially despised. By the end of the film, we wonder if the characters’ ability to love may have come too late; but while Kore-Eda recognizes the tragedy of these moments, he never chastises his characters for reckoning with their flaws too late. It’s the fact that they were able to do so at all that’s worth commendation.

    That’s the true, fiercely beating heart at the core of Monster – how the prejudices we use to get through the day shield us from truly being able to understand and help one another through whatever we might face. It’s both a condemnation of such knee-jerk behavior, as well as an earnest plea to be more generous with our limited sense of compassion. Here, empathy isn’t a treasure to be guarded, dispensed at our whims for those we think deserve it–but rather a tool to better both ourselves and those around us.

    Julian Singleton

    Perfect Days

    Hirayama (a near career-best Koji Yakusho) has an enviably simple routine. He gets up at the sound of sweeping streets. Takes care of his plants. Listens to a cassette tape on the way to work, where he cleans the public toilets of Tokyo. Eats a meal at a subway stall. Reads some Faulkner before bed. While Hirayama’s routine rarely changes, it’s his jovially fastidious devotion to such a simple life that makes an indelible mark on the other chaotic individuals that cross his path.

    There are plenty in Hirayama’s life that are bemused by and even mock his seemingly pointless dedication. Wim Wenders’ wonderful film doesn’t seek to provide a definitive answer to their questions, instead letting them linger in the air amidst the joys and pains of Hirayama’s daily life. What answer would be satisfying to these people, who have written off this man’s exuberant joy for living in the present? Wenders also teases out elusive aspects about his central character, such as a past filled with familial tension, or traumas that Hirayama has long since moved on from. While some may see Hirayama’s life as Sisyphean, Hirayama sees his life as its own joyful escape from the stresses and anxieties others allow themselves to be bogged down by.

    Coupled with this is an essential, preternatural understanding of what the other tragic and complicated figures in Hirayama’s life are going through: he is there for people when they need an ear the most. Unfettered by the distracting doldrums of existence, Hirayama’s capacity for empathy is boundless – as if he’s removed the blinders life forces upon others, and that’s the key for making profound connections, no matter how fleeting they may be. If life is as transient as it is, then why not choose to live your life making it better than when you left it? Even if things may inevitably tilt towards chaos, tragedy, and a final end – that sense of finality doesn’t take away from the fact that, for a brief moment, things were Perfect. As Hirayama intones: “The past is the past. Now is now.”

    Julian Singleton

    Poor Things

    Filled to the brim with whimsy and wonder, but always anchored to some of the grimmer realities of this world, Poor Things was far and away my favorite overall film of 2023. There’s an absurd component which allows filmmaker Yorgos Lanthimos to tell a decidedly fantastical steampunk fantasy tale, but like with all the best fantasy, Poor Things is grounded deeply in the truth of the human condition. In the role of a lifetime, Emma Stone is gifted the opportunity to play Bella Baxter, who we learn is essentially a baby living inside the body of a grown woman, Frankenstein-style; the creation of her “God”-like father figure played by Willem Dafoe.

    Ultimately Poor Things is a wildly touching, humorous, and profound experience of a young woman’s life, sexual awakening, and her journey to self actualization. Lanthimos’ bizarre tendencies allow us to see a genuine coming of age and empowerment that is thrilling to behold. And while Bella Baxter is the central figure of the film, it’s phenomenal to see a murderer’s row of talented male actors who all play characters who are entranced by Bella and will have to reckon with how they handle their encounters with a woman who refuses to follow the rules and beguiles each man in her life when she chooses independence and autonomy over… them. I laughed, cried, wept, and cheered as I watched this absurd fable play out which depicts with whimsy and wonder what a fully actualized life can look like and mean. May we all strive to find the room in our hearts to allow our loved ones the opportunity to live fully and completely as themselves and not hold them so tight as to hold them back.

    Ed Travis

    R.M.N.

    There are a lot of valid feelings that film can imbue; and while it isn’t the most pleasant, anger is one of the most powerful. It’s a righteous anger that is incited by the tale of R.M.N. as seen by the film’s protagonist, a returning expat who functions as an outside observer and doesn’t particularly want to get involved.

    A Romanian village becomes gripped in xenophobia and racism when a few immigrants are hired by a local bakery. The angry villagers storm local social media channels with racist rhetoric and rumors, boycott the business and – ironically for a film set in Transylvania – form a violent mob. Even though the business’s operators weren’t setting out to make any statement (they just wanted to qualify for a tax benefit and only took on the immigrants when their local job postings were ignored), they become the involuntary voice for reason in the midst of a sweeping madness that consumes the town.

    R.M.N. left me pissed, but also wanting more for my fellow humans.

    Austin Vashaw

    Robot Dreams

    Loneliness is the theme that’s immediately presented at the start of Robot Dreams with our lead character, a dog living in 1980s New York City, struggling with his solitary existence. In a post-2020 world, these opening scenes hit extremely close to home, calling to mind the months of longing that made up so many people’s existence. When our protagonist builds the robot he sent away for, his dream of companionship has come true and the film becomes one of the most sterling examples of the bond that can exist between two creatures that is both inherent and one-of-a-kind.

    It’s an example of friendship that’s so deeply felt and well-imparted that when the pair separate, the emotional reaction is so strong, that it’s almost unbearable. The tale’s lack of a picture-perfect resolution might not be to every viewer’s liking – even more so for being an animated film. Many who have seen it are taken aback by just how much they yearn for the ending they see to be a different one. But there’s also a fitting side to the way Robot Dreams chooses to close its story imparting an incredibly valuable and important lesson that reminds those watching how much we really need one another.

    Frank Calvillo

    Smoke Sauna Sisterhood

    Smoke Sauna Sisterhood, categorically a documentary, trains a camera on a group of women in a rural Estonian “smoke sauna”, a sort of communal bathhouse. Essentially a fly-on-the-wall experience, we watch and listen in as the women are cleansed – by fire, by water, and by each other. The women, clearly from different walks of life, remain mostly anonymous, and it’s through their conversation that we get to know them. Conversing together, they laugh, reflect, and discuss anything from normal chitchat to deeper thoughts and confessions about their lives, their hopes, and especially their relationships – both straight and lesbian.

    The film’s artful nudity isn’t sexualized; it’s the nakedness of baring themselves that imbues these women with unadorned focus – in being so vulnerable and disarmed baring their bodies, we understand innately that they are also baring their souls.

    Austin Vashaw

  • SXSW 2024: Y2K Provides Goofy Millennial Comfort Food for the End Times That Never Were

    SXSW 2024: Y2K Provides Goofy Millennial Comfort Food for the End Times That Never Were

    One of the more significant horrors of growing older is feeling your own past becoming the fodder for so-called “period pieces.” After all, it’s not like the turn of the millennium and the panic over the Y2K bug was that long ago. Don’t make me look at a calendar.

    However, the upside of this distance is that now with enough distance, my nostalgia is now packable back to me. Case in point, Y2K, Kyle Mooney’s directorial debut is a self-described “dial-up disaster” comedy that imagines what if the worst case scenario of end of the millennium tension and paranoia came to pass. But that is just the tip of the iceberg, as Mooney and his young cast perfectly recreate the tone and mood (or “vibe”, as we young hip people might say) of late 90s suburban youth culture.

    Eli and Danny (Jaeden Martell and Julian Dennison respectively) are at the bottom of the social hierarchy of their high school, derided equally by jocks and skaters. But with the party of the millennium arrive on New Year’s Eve 1999, Eli and Danny plan to shoot their shot at moving up the ladder and for Eli to finally make a connection with his crush, popular girl Laura (Rachel Ziegler.)

    Of course things go for the rails once midnight hits, the Y2K bug activates and all machines gain sentience. An uprising of technology to subdue humanity commences, thrusting these losers into their own Judgment Day. Picking up a messy crew of unlikely burnouts and cast offs, they attempt to rally humanity to fight against machine supremacy.

    The filmmakers and stars of Y2K at the premiere

    The interesting trick of Y2K is how it balances a comfortable brand of stoner buddy comedy with light horror elements to create a new film that immediately feels familiar. It is welcomes all comers to its intentionally silly view of the robot apocalypse, especially elder millennials for whom things like the TRL wars of the early aughts will feel immediately present. A theme throughout the film is how much pop culture consumption defines so much of these adolescents identity and place in general social stratosphere and how those barriers fall in the immediacy of actual danger. It feels immediately identifiable as a place in time, the last breathes of monoculture before the Internet causes everything to be too narrow for anything to ever break quite that large.

    Ultimately all of that is table setting however, and what it sets up is an airy, familiar story about friendship in crisis and coming of age amid the end of the world. With its intentionally and often hilarious primitive visual effects and heavy use of cultural shorthand, it never really surprises with any large twists, one extended celebrity cameo notwithstanding. Rather it provides an immediate comfort movie, an uncomplicated techno end times flick that harkens back to a time before everything felt like it fell apart

  • SXSW 2024: AZRAEL: Theological Survival Horror Continues Samara Weaving’s Scream Queen Reign 

    SXSW 2024: AZRAEL: Theological Survival Horror Continues Samara Weaving’s Scream Queen Reign 

    Minor Spoilers Follow.

    We are living in the midst of a fairly glorious trend in cinema: the age of the dialogue free movie.

    Whether the conceit is successful (A Quiet Place, No One Will Save You) or largely unsuccessful (Silent Night) is very execution and premise dependent, but something about removing dialog from the storytelling component of a film, an inherently visual medium, is intriguing to me. Director E.L. Katz (Cheap Thrills) and screenwriter Simon Barrett (You’re Next) dip their toes into the dialogue-free experiment with the post-apocalyptic horror film Azrael, starring the game Samara Weaving. And their execution of the mechanic is largely successful and additive to the horrific world they have built. 

    I already led in with a spoiler warning just because, thanks to the film festival environment, I was able to walk into Azrael knowing nothing but the names of the talent I’ve already mentioned and a logline for the film. I didn’t even know it was dialog free heading in. And that was a great way to experience Azrael. In all likelihood more and more details will pour out and audiences will have trailers and stills and reviews like this one to prepare them for what they’re going to experience. And if that unblemished experience is what you want, I’ll just say that Azrael is a thrilling survival horror tale, anchored by a profoundly committed Samara Weaving, who will somehow get even bloodier than she did in Ready Or Not. For those who might want to know a little more, I’ll dive into some of the world building and theological components of the film below and still steer clear of major plot point spoilers so that the journey is unsullied for you.

    Katz and Barrett made a damn Rapture movie, folks. Yes, I mean to say that the unique post-apocalypse of Azrael is set in a world where the Judeo-Christian “end times” are real and the righteous faithful have long since departed this world for heaven. Those who remain? They’re kind of fucked. Our characters belong to some type of cult who has chosen to gouge out their own vocal chords, seemingly blaming their own lying and deceitful tongues for the horrors of their existence. Without dialog we’re only given some “chapter title” style Bible verses on screen to indicate the beliefs of our characters. I didn’t even know until the end credits that Azrael was actually Weaving’s characters’ name! But let me tell you, as both a person of faith and a lover of post-apocalypse cinematic visions: Seeing a brutal horror film set in this darkly theological vision was a bit of cinematic catnip for me, not to mention a setting I’m not sure I’ve ever really seen before. It’s good when the lack of dialog makes the synapses in your brain fire and leaves you wanting more and asking all kinds of questions once the end credits roll, rather than just losing your interest.

    Setting aside, Azrael is more of a grueling survival horror experience more than anything else. The setting and theology lurk around the edges and otherwise, Azrael is just trying to, like, LIVE, Man! We meet her seemingly on the run alongside of a lover. Beyond a frightening priestess drawing a picture of Azrael on the wall of their creepy chapel (production design and lighting are stellar here), we don’t really know what sin she committed, or whether their romance was somehow forbidden. All we know is her own people are out to kill her and she’ll do anything it takes to survive. Weaving is already deeply established as a charismatic star and Azrael rests profoundly on her shoulders as the lead. She’s in virtually every shot of the film and it’s a deeply grueling ordeal. She’ll fight, she’ll crawl, she’ll crash. Shot at? Stabbed? Creeply fondled by horrendously burned humanoid creatures? Check. Weaving is game for it all in the tradition of Bruce Campbell being tortured through every Sam Raimi film. And it shows. Weaving is vital to the believability of this world and the film would have died on the vine without her committed star turn. 

    Lean, ambitious, and clear in its vision, Azrael is a unique horror film in a landscape overstuffed with repetition, and it’s a refreshing and relentless ride. I recommend you hop on it. 

    And I’m Out.

  • The Eleventh Annual Cinapse Awards

    The Eleventh Annual Cinapse Awards

    Celebrating our Favorite Films of 2023!

    On our first anniversary, Cinapse’s one-year celebration of cinema coincided with another little-known ceremony called “The Oscars.” We’re here on year 11 to continue the tradition with the Eleventh Annual Cinapse Awards!

    A major part of our purpose here at Cinapse has always been to celebrate and advocate for films, so doing our very own awards has always felt apt. We hope you enjoy reading and please feel free to debate and discuss our choices with us in the comments section, or on Twitter and Facebook! What did we miss? Where are we dead wrong? Where do you agree with us wholeheartedly? We’d love to hear from you!

    BEST PHYSICAL RELEASE:

    Winner: Oppenheimer 4K UHD

    THE CINAPSE PICK:
    (the genre film you wished would get the award love it deserved)

    Winner: They Cloned Tyrone

    BEST ANIMATED FILM:

    Winner: Spider-Man: Across The Spider-Verse

    BEST DOCUMENTARY:

    Winner: Still: A Michael J. Fox Story

    BEST CINEMATOGRAPHY:

    Winner: Oppenheimer

    BEST SCREENPLAY:

    Winner: Past Lives & Poor Things

    BEST ENSEMBLE

    Winner: Asteroid City & Barbie

    BEST MALE IN A SUPPORTING ROLE:

    Winner: Robert Downey Jr. – Oppenheimer

    BEST FEMALE IN A SUPPORTING ROLE:

    Winner: Da’Vine Joy Randolph – The Holdovers

    BEST MALE PERFORMANCE:

    Winner: Cillian Murphy – Oppenheimer

    BEST FEMALE PERFORMANCE:

    Winner: Emma Stone – Poor Things

    BEST DIRECTION:

    Winner: Christopher Nolan – Oppenheimer

    BEST PICTURE:

    Winner: Oppenheimer

  • SXSW 2024: THE HOBBY Champions Board Games as a Medium for Creativity and Connectivity

    SXSW 2024: THE HOBBY Champions Board Games as a Medium for Creativity and Connectivity

    From ancient Mesopotamia to present day, how board games have pervaded our play and our culture

    The Hobby opens in the British Museum. A genteel historian speculating as to the origins of a carving on the base of a statue. Lines and labels that sketch out a framework for play. A likely entertainment for guards, whiling away their time on duty with a board game, thousands of years ago. This short trip to the past tees up a film occupied with the present and our enduring embrace of board games. Framed as part of our creative expressions along with art and literature, but distinct as a means to channel our need for practical action.

    From the traditional game night, to the spate of board game bars that have cropped up across cities, we all have varying degrees of exposure and engagement with the medium. Simon Ennis’s (Lunarcy, You Might As Well Live) latest feature marries a folksy charm with interviews, home video tapes, footage of tournaments, and more, building a profile of the current age of board games predominantly through looking at the people that play them.

    The film frames our current era as a golden age of board games, and it’s easy to see why. The preexisting accessibility and affordability of the medium has only grown in the internet age. Enthusiasts connecting not just locally, but digitally too, via websites, podcasters, and bloggers. The film introduces a notable African American couple who serve as cultural consultants to board game manufacturers after to soaring success of their board game YouTube channel. Crowdfunding ventures like Kickstarter have also helped cast off corporate oversight, and not just fueled the diversity within them, but made making a board game even more accessible than ever before. One woman, a musician, sharing a game called Stage Left, she has developed in homage to her home town and it’s musical scene. One man showcases his game Sangra, inspired by the stained glass he saw that the La Sagrada Familia on a trip to Barcelona. We also meet the creator of one of the most popular games in recent times Wingspan, whose work (unsurprisingly) stems from a love of birdwatching. It’s in highlighting these people that Ennis’s film finds its voice. A cross section of creators and players, representing different ethnicities, sexualities, and socio-economic status, all united by their passion for play.

    Aside from the historical, and community aspect, the film takes in the competitive element of board gaming, centering portions of the film around the newly formed World Series of Board games (WSBG), specifically the 2022 event hosted in Las Vegas. It comes as an interesting counterpoint to the spirit that infuses the rest of the film. A competitive element. These are games after all, there has to be a winner. Instead it further underscores the passion for play. Even within this, the event also serves as a forum for people to give a trial run for their own games in development, a collective of play-testers to essentially help by “playing an unfun game until it’s fun”. Even in the more formal and competitive surrounds, the good nature comes out. The Hobby champions board games as a medium for creativity and connectivity, but more than that, it champions the people that play them.


    The Hobby has an additional SXSW2024 screening at the AFS Cinema
    Mar 10, 2024, 11:15am


  • SXSW 2024: HUNTING DAZE is an Unsettling Trip Into the Woods

    SXSW 2024: HUNTING DAZE is an Unsettling Trip Into the Woods

    From it’s opening scene Hunting Daze establishes and maintains a deeply unsettling tone for its 80 minute runtime. Right from the jump the film poses two of cinema’s most tried and true questions: Has anything good ever happened to people spending extended time in the woods? Has anything good ever happened at a bachelor party? Seasoned movie viewers already know the answer to those questions, but for Nina (Nahéma Ricci), well, she’s gonna learn today. 

    The movie starts with Nina, an exotic dancer, having a knockdown, drag-out fight with her manager/security guy and having to find another way home. The hitch is that she’s stuck in the Canadian wilderness and her only option is linking back up with the bachelor party she just left. They let her stay as long as she agrees to party as hard as they do, which leads to a litany of ominous moments. Drinking, drugging, hunting, philosophizing… everything this group does is tinged with danger. 

    More than anything, Hunting Daze is a success of tone. This is the first feature by Annick Blanc, and it’s an impressive debut. She previously won a Best Short award at Fantastic Fest, so she clearly has a strong handle on genre. Nowhere is her talent on display more than when the film goes for surreal moments. Blanc displays a patience that feels rare among people in their debut feature. 

    Ricci is a magnetic performer and carries Hunting Daze through its twists and turns. She gets a handful of standout moments, but I think the best comes in an early scene when she’s learning to call deer and looking for her first kill. She’s great and keeps the movie together whenever it threatens to go sideways. 

    And you already know things will rapidly go askance the more time we spend in the woods. That includes when a stranger appears and sets the group on a new trajectory. Hunting Daze is a movie designed to keep viewers off-balance and it largely succeeds. It’s even more impressive when the plot goes in a few predictable places and Blanc is still able to conjure up surprises. Annick makes a strong impression and left me excited for whatever she conjures up for her next film.

  • SXSW 2024: WE CAN BE HEROES Shows Where Play Collides With Reality

    SXSW 2024: WE CAN BE HEROES Shows Where Play Collides With Reality

    In my youth, roleplaying always served as an escape. Primarily it was escape from the tension and difficulties of my life, but it was also a release valve from the seeming mundanity of day to day living. And of course it allowed me, a socially awkward teen whose brain was brimming with ADHD, a space to feel confident and competent.

    Cut forward some 25 years and I now find myself working in education, and seeing reflections of that insecure teen in the students I now teach. And thankfully with the growing distigmitation of roleplaying as a pastime, the therapeutic and spiritual freedom it provides feels more accessible than ever. 

    Am I a bit jealous? Perhaps. Okay, absolutely. But not nearly as jealous as I am of the campers at the Wayfinder Experience, a sleepaway live action roleplay camp in upstate New York that specializes in serving neurodivergent teens seeking a safe space for social outlet. Running for two decades now, and largely run by former campers, Wayfinder teaches social-emotional skills and self actualization through the time honored traditions of improv, vulnerability and a more than a little make believe.

    Wayfinder is the subject of a new documentary, We Can Be Heroes, that premiered at SXSW this year. The film chronicles one summer through the perspectives of a handful of campers, some veterans, others newcomers, all coming with the full weight of adolescence in the 2020s. Yes, COVID looms large within the context of these youths sense of the world, but so does climate change, harsh political tribalism and a growing sense that the world around them is most likely doomed. Also, can they gather up the courage to speak to their crush?

    Directors Alex Simmons and Carina Wong capture all of this with shocking sensitivity. But they are assisted by choosing intriguing subject matter. The campers at Wayfinder are endearingly earnest, attempting to sort through their complex inner lives and yearning for a place of belonging or at least a sense of self. Despite their youth, many of them have a deep well of feelings about everything from their looming college years to their own mortality. 

    Often these are dealt with a light touch, but trivially. Both the counselors of Wayfinder and the lens of Simmons and Wong take seriously the concerns of their charges. When one camper is terrified of ticks, despite never even seeing on, they walk him through those emotions compassionately.

    The most clever choice is how they choose to present the lines between reality and the fantasy. Whenever the campers fully envelope themselves into “the adventure game,” the freeform improv roleplaying at the heart of Wayfinder, the camerawork shifts from beautiful but objective documentary filmmaking to a dramatic, “cinematic” style that captures the epic ness of the circumstances in their own minds. The precise plot of the story they are immersed within, known as the Last Green, is somewhat difficult to follow, but the broad swaths are captivating and draw you deep into its lore, as determined by the campers.

    And that lore doesn’t shy away from their larger concerns. A story about a creeping darkness that threatens to blot out all the liveable land to a final small patch of land and the rising political tensions that causes, the parallels to the world these youth see every day on their phone is not hard to recognize. They are wrestling with the world they have inherited, and discovering their place within it.

    So yes, I am jealous of the campers of Wayfinder. I wish I could have gone during my own yearning, terrified adolescence. And honestly? No small part of me even wishes I could go now. One two three, let us play.

  • SXSW 2024: DEAD MAIL is a Period Perfect Thriller

    SXSW 2024: DEAD MAIL is a Period Perfect Thriller

    Dead Mail is a queer-centric psychological horror film that is a throwback in every sense of the word. The film just screened at SXSW and it’s an intriguingly nervy vision that is full of captivating performances. The second joint effort by the writer/director team of Joe DeBoer and Kyle McConaghy begins with a very true to period setting, the dead mail department at the Peoria County Post office. This is where a mysterious piece of mail – a shard of cardboard with no return address that simply says “I was kidnapped, help me” and covered in what appears to be blood lands in the hands of seasoned dead letter investigator Jasper Lawrence (Sterling Macer Jr). This opens up a rabbit hole of a narrative that channels our current infatuation with true crime, through a very 80s lens. 

    Thankfully the cast here takes the rather pulpy premise seriously, delivering steadfast performances that are more restrained, yet still introspective and feel like they are also trying to honor the material and time. Sterling Macer Jr’s, Jasper is a much different protagonist than I expected, while he’s seen hardship and is completely sympathetic to the audience, the character is empowered and resilient thanks to his nearly superhuman ability to track these letters down. That being said, character veteran John Fleck steals this film completely from Sterling and is a delight on screen as the kidnapper who offers up a time appropriate queer coded character that may puzzle and frustrate some, but totally works here in the 80s context. It’s a performance that knows when to skate the line and when to go full on camp, and it’s a complete and utter delight. 

    It’s obvious the directors did their homework when setting the film in its early 80’s period. The occupation of our protagonist isn’t simply the only thing that’s period centric, the whole film feels like it was a lost film, now just seeing the light of day. Dead Mail appears to be shot on film and the look here feels like the old industrial films of the period. They didn’t just throw a grain filter on a digital image either, the lighting feels very much like some of the films at the time, it’s harsh on the characters faces, and the contrast of the image is a bit on the bright side. That coupled with a rather keen eye for production design and costuming really make you believe this was an artifact misplaced from that time.

    Dead Mail is a rather impressive period piece in both tone and execution. It gets pretty much everything right from the anatomy models that were seemingly everywhere, to the tone of the performances and even the abrasiveness of the lighting. Instead of falling prey to nostalgia or using it as a crutch, or a novelty – Dead Mail goes full-on period in a way that raises the bar for everyone attempting to channel the 80s from here on out. That paired with a gripping script and a fictional story that feels ripped from a viral Netflix doc, makes Dead Mail definitely worth hunting down after its finished its festival run, depending on where it lands afterward. Needless to say I will be patiently waiting to see Joe DeBoer and Kyle McConaghy do next, because their resourcefulness, is no doubt on par with their craft and attention to detail, so consider me a fan from here on out. 

  • SXSW 2024: MALTA

    SXSW 2024: MALTA

    Written and directed by Colombian director Natalia Santa, Malta is a slice-of-life drama — making a world premiere at SXSW this weekend — about a curious woman who keeps seeking and never finding. Young twenty-something Mariana (Estefanía Piñeres) works in a medical supply call center, looking up cities on Google Earth during her down time. She takes night classes in German, and heads to clubs afterwards to hook up with random men so she doesn’t have to go home.

    Piñeres plays Mariana as independent and angry, although she rarely vents that emotion. Even after a seductive stranger assaults her (cw: rape), the lead character keeps her feelings inside. She has no friends, just her siblings and a guy in her German class who harbors a crush on her. She is hard to read, which makes it difficult for the viewer to relate to her journey.

    Through sex, Mariana attempts to find release or something else that eludes her; these scenes (there are many) are presented in something of a cut-and-dry manner, devoid of feeling or sensuality. While Mariana searches for connection and escape, be it through online studies of a random European city or with an unknown face in a nightclub, the character as written seems to be missing something.

    The scenes with her family are the most emotionally frank Santa’s film gets. The relationship between mother Julia (Patricia Tamayo) and Mariana is cold and reserved. One particularly potent moment between the two occurs near the end, with Mariana consoling her mother as Julia sits almost catatonic with grief. But that limited glimpse of raw emotion seems too little too late.

    Malta feels long at times, and the pacing takes a while to get moving. Piñeres and Tamayo do the best they can with the material, but there’s not enough to the story here and the technical elements aren’t quite compelling enough to carry the work. Unfortunately this doesn’t make for a memorable film.


    Malta screens again on March 11 and 14 as part of SXSW 2024.