The Strangers: Prey at Night ★★★★½

Unrated Version: A

"Why are you doing this?"

"Why not?"

Brian De Palma found dead in Miami. The Strangers: Prey at Night - one of the best slashers in recent memory - does not fuck around upon the old-fashioned sensory abstraction of mangled flesh and increasingly mutilated blood, as its musical synthesizer renders as an expansive basis for future sound. Sound for existential emotions, mental wounds, and the perception of synth within brutal rhythm - and between all the unequivocal trauma and post-traumatic stress of the world, why not add a bit of artistry to it? Sadistic in pure death; placid in amble darkness, preceding the bright arrival of morbid exquisiteness by each silhouette shot and piercing through the fog-drenched, prevalent atmosphere of classical horror. More mainstream mayhem and emotionally reactionary than the miraculous kicking of a dud firework, exposing the pain of loss and proving greater than the hereditary bonds of punctured flesh when nothing will ever be the same again; knowing it won't be the same. Loving bonds left to be viciously stripped away from the humanist tune and clashing ambiance that is made to accompany an unfit world beyond any physical infliction. Johannes Roberts knows what's up. Who else could turn a foggy, abandoned trailer park into an 80s pop hellscape? The Strangers: Prey At Night (Unrated Version) restores zero minutes of footage absent from the theatrical release and only throws in additional blood for a couple scenes.

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