The undervalued Andrew Prine plays the nutso highway psycho savior… picking up stranded women with ‘Good Samaritan’ charm while wearing the coat Kate Hudson made popular in Almost Famous and shackling them up in his barn to prepare them for his deranged weirdo circus of terror… you can imagine how that goes.
Opens strongly but starts to suffer from a case of the plods... other than that there’s some nice wide shots, I dug the soundtrack (especially the opening credit…
Shitty doc about the shitty haunt scene that bearded hipster online film ‘journalist’ specimens rave about ad nauseam in their ‘articles’ that are usually sandwiched between the ‘Halloween III is underrated… do you know it was hated when it came out?’ bullshit that never needs to be uttered again and entry level ‘thinkpiece’ swill connecting every horror movie in existence to some current news events to bolster whatever cause they fight for in their make believe ‘iM a wRiTeR WiTh iNfLuEnCe!’…
Malignant feels like an unhinged James Wan directing a Corman produced Sam Raimi supernatural giallo-esque grindhouse joint written by Frank Henenlotter.
This is James Wan’s Ghosthouse, an everything to 11 pulpy trash kitchen sink movie that doubles down on the gore while still pulling off those slow zoom tense set-pieces he’s become known for. It looks gorgeous, I loved the score, and it uniquely meshes genres while upping the frantic nature of big budget late summer horror with Wan’s usual…
