Black silhouetted madness. A Hitchcock-fused brew of style and suspense; a cold-blooded thriller in the simplest of terms, amplifying towards a slick spit of snazzy horror sensation with its distinct sense of reality that lurks within each brooding shot. Bleached strains of coldness drifting from its mask of evil; the devil's eyes sitting with scopic vision. Stalking, waiting, and pursuing;…
This is one ridiculous and batshit gialli, and it couldn’t have been made by anyone other than James Wan. He really shows his roots, from Argento to Raimi to Bava, and churns it through those slick horror tactics he always offers. Sure, there’s some things that feel a little awkward (mostly the acting), but I’d be lying if I said this wasn’t one of the most fun experiences I’ve had watching a film this year.
It’s funny to think how confident Stay considers itself to be with the way it tells its story, when in reality it’s nothing but a dreary and dull experience from top to bottom. If there ever was a film to fall into both “style over substance” and “substance over style” then this might take the cake.
A vessel of John Carpenter gloss and shock. The Fog meets Assault on Precinct 13 meets The Thing, fizzling in a flimsy array of Carpenter claustrophobia. Cults, cloaks, and crosses (not to mention triangles); an illuminati-astronomical parasite honing to a drained abyss. Emergency-red brightness cascading on victims and heroes, drowning in an dissolute echo of dread. An urge to fight, run, and creep. A shitstorm of a night for the characters and the audience. A hell-bent creation of freaks and…
The wettest kind of consciousness, percolating memories that flood with no specific significance, nor cascade with the true essence of meaning—they sit, stir, and rattle the brain with all of its attempts at explanation. Beckoning an existential gaze that beautifies the believers and the heroes—surrounded in a stream of fake electronic components and fake matter. To these wanderers, life is fenced in and forgotten, intact with their provisions and protocol—this is the future,…