10/21: XX
Yesterday's horror film:
10/21: This year has been devoid of any horror anthology films, which brings us to today: XX. Named after the double x female chromosomes, XX is a four-film anthology solely created by female directors. Now, anthology horror flicks! They can be a bit of a mixed bag. You have the Trick r Treats of the world that are solid all the way through, all of their short films a hit. Then there's the Holidays of the world that have some shining moments but end up missing more often than they hit. Unfortunately, XX is the latter.
Each film in XX showcases a definite female viewpoint which was a really awesome lens through which to see horror told. There's themes of motherhood, being a wife, and more that end up creating a unifying theme throughout the four works. Unfortunately the quality isn't consistent.
XX starts with The Box, a bizarre but thought-provoking film about children and a husband who won't eat. They end up, in a figurative and literal sense, consuming the mother. Ain't that motherhood? XX starts on a high note but generally spirals down from there.
The second film, The Birthday Party, is pretty much trash. It's told nonsensically and bizarre for the sake of being bizarre. That's a huge pet peeve of mine: bizarreness is earned, damn it.
Don't Fall, the third film, is a bit better, but is still a little generic. There's a demon at a campsite where some youngins are staying, it possesses one of them, chaos ensues. It's well done but we've all seen it before.
Finally, the movie closed with Her Only Living Son, a further trek into the generic. I guess it's the twist but you know it in the first two minutes: her son is the son of the devil. Yeah, that ol' trope.
Overall XX is a pretty generic anthology film from some voices that I'm sure could have said more. It falls into predictable horror pitfalls and thus ends up on the heap of horror movies I'll probably never think about again.
The stop motion interstitials are awesome though!
6/10
10/21: This year has been devoid of any horror anthology films, which brings us to today: XX. Named after the double x female chromosomes, XX is a four-film anthology solely created by female directors. Now, anthology horror flicks! They can be a bit of a mixed bag. You have the Trick r Treats of the world that are solid all the way through, all of their short films a hit. Then there's the Holidays of the world that have some shining moments but end up missing more often than they hit. Unfortunately, XX is the latter.
Each film in XX showcases a definite female viewpoint which was a really awesome lens through which to see horror told. There's themes of motherhood, being a wife, and more that end up creating a unifying theme throughout the four works. Unfortunately the quality isn't consistent.
XX starts with The Box, a bizarre but thought-provoking film about children and a husband who won't eat. They end up, in a figurative and literal sense, consuming the mother. Ain't that motherhood? XX starts on a high note but generally spirals down from there.
The second film, The Birthday Party, is pretty much trash. It's told nonsensically and bizarre for the sake of being bizarre. That's a huge pet peeve of mine: bizarreness is earned, damn it.
Don't Fall, the third film, is a bit better, but is still a little generic. There's a demon at a campsite where some youngins are staying, it possesses one of them, chaos ensues. It's well done but we've all seen it before.
Finally, the movie closed with Her Only Living Son, a further trek into the generic. I guess it's the twist but you know it in the first two minutes: her son is the son of the devil. Yeah, that ol' trope.
Overall XX is a pretty generic anthology film from some voices that I'm sure could have said more. It falls into predictable horror pitfalls and thus ends up on the heap of horror movies I'll probably never think about again.
The stop motion interstitials are awesome though!
6/10
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