Safety lights are for dudes.
#52FilmsByWomen 2021 pt. 14.
It's for sure better than the last Valentine's Day Into the Dark (Down), and probably a cut above the average entry due to its queasy psychosexual body horror aspirations, but this is like sub-sub-Cronenberg. I enjoyed this despite how fundamentally stupid it is, mostly for the uncomfortable portrayal of relationship isolation and the mystery elements--once you piece together what's going on, the allegory loses its intrigue and the whole thing falls apart.
The film that opened my eyes to Tobe Hooper's brilliance was neither The Texas Chain Saw Massacre nor Poltergeist (though I had previously seen both) but rather Toolbox Murders. I was 18 years old, living with my parents and unemployed, having withdrawn from college after a disastrous first semester. It was the beginning of a four-year spiral of depression, isolation and substance abuse: the darkest period of my life thus far.
I rented Toolbox Murders from my local Hollywood Video…
Apparently this hasn't been seen/reviewed by anybody in my letterboxd circle yet, and I know it's gonna get a bunch of Oscars and shit so let me be the first to say FUCK THIS MOVIE.
It's nothing but a naive white perspective on African American trauma that views white pain with compassion and black pain as spectacle, dressed up with a bunch of flashy film-bro stylistics and superficial "whoa Tarkovsky" masturbatory references, all to disguise the fundamental problem that this…