What is to be extracted from the horror films that are spurred on by covid. Our bodies violated. The dangers of friends meeting. Paranoia, agoraphobia, claustrophobic dissociative chaos. The mind splits, the repercussions of a body broken by its horrible invasion.
Begos once again, bathes the screen in burning light. Fire water stokes street trash levels of neon lit gore. We are greeted early with the film’s constraints, single location, rubber doll alien, small team. Four years to make, but worth it. Fun, fun, fun, Begos isn’t afraid to show you the zipper of his little monsters before handing you the bottle and egging you on to party. Suspension of disbelief is the game, and if you’re along for the ride it’s a mosh pit of a movie. Extra praise for Begos and co-star/producer Matt Mercer for bringing us the heavy metal equivalant to “Withnail and I” meets “Redneck Rampage”. Films are here to rock and roll, and Begos delivers another banger.
