InRO Weekly — Volume 1, Issue 16
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FILM REVIEWS<br />
redeeming in and of themselves, and certainly don’t absolve the<br />
film of its lumpiness, its narcissism, or some of its more juvenile<br />
tendencies, but the more off-putting qualities aren’t inherently<br />
disqualifying either. And there’s a bit of a perverse thrill in<br />
something this unaccommodating being unleashed on audiences<br />
probably expecting the latest iteration of “elevated horror.” In the<br />
end, Beau Is Afraid is something like a long therapy session: it’s<br />
expensive, self-indulgent, and should have probably remained<br />
private. But there’s also a morbid fascination in observing it, and,<br />
ultimately, the mother’s probably to blame. <strong>—</strong> ANDREW DIGNAN<br />
DIRECTOR: Ari Aster; CAST: Joaquin Phoenix, Nathan Lane, Amy<br />
Ryan, Parker Posey; DISTRIBUTOR: A24; IN THEATERS: April 21;<br />
RUNTIME: 2 hr. 59 min.<br />
EVIL DEAD RISE<br />
Lee Cronin<br />
The latest installment of the Evil Dead franchise, Evil Dead Rise,<br />
opens with a sequence that will be instantly recognizable to<br />
longtime fans of the series. Under the opening credits, an unseen<br />
force propels itself, at breakneck speed, through a foggy forest,<br />
across clearings and creeks, hurtling itself toward an<br />
unsuspecting victim. It’s really a bit of cheeky misdirection: the<br />
ominous, quickly moving presence is a small drone being piloted<br />
by an obnoxious frat boy type, tormenting a young woman who’s<br />
just trying to read by the lake. This smartly undercuts the tension<br />
before things start to get grizzly, about five minutes hence, while<br />
at the same time putting its own spin on one of the more familiar<br />
visual tropes of these films. It’s also just a little bit clever <strong>—</strong> a<br />
quality that’s otherwise in short supply in a film that, while<br />
suitably gory and proficiently made, lacks any real sense of<br />
invention or personality.<br />
That woods-set prologue notwithstanding <strong>—</strong> the film eventually<br />
circles back to how we even ended up there and who these<br />
anonymous victims are, and in a decidedly perfunctory manner <strong>—</strong><br />
Evil Dead Rise differentiates itself from its predecessors by<br />
setting its deadite mayhem not in a cabin in the woods but rather<br />
in a dilapidated apartment complex in Los Angeles. It’s not quite<br />
putting Jason Voorhees in outer space, but for a franchise that<br />
leans so heavily on the isolation and vastness of the wilderness,<br />
moving the action to an urban center rife with<br />
modern amenities is an admirable upending of the formula. We’re<br />
introduced to touring guitar tech and absentee cool aunt, Beth<br />
(Lily Sullivan), who pops in to visit her older sister, tattoo artist<br />
Ellie (Alyssa Sutherland), and her three children on a dark and<br />
stormy evening. Beth has only just learned she’s pregnant, and,<br />
whether she’s willing to admit it or not, she’s looking to Ellie to tell<br />
her everything’s going to be okay. However, she finds in Ellie a<br />
woman at her wits’ end; she’s been abandoned by her husband<br />
and the father of her kids while frantically trying to find a new<br />
place for everyone to live as the building, which is falling down<br />
around them, has been scheduled for demolition in a few weeks.<br />
With Beth never being around to offer emotional support to Ellie,<br />
cracks have emerged in their relationship, which lends the visit a<br />
bit of an edge (Ellie even has the cruel habit of dismissing her<br />
little sister’s career by calling her a groupie).<br />
Speaking of cracks, a literal one opens up in the basement,<br />
triggered by an earthquake (it is Los Angeles, after all).<br />
Undaunted by the shaky foundation or the notion that venturing<br />
into unlit, subterranean chambers is how one-third of all horror<br />
films begin, Ellie’s eldest child and amateur DJ, Danny (Morgan<br />
Davies), climbs down into an abandoned bank vault where he<br />
finds a spooky yet familiar book (bound in human skin, penned in<br />
blood, featuring incantations and horrifying illustrations… you<br />
know the drill) and, even more germane to his interests, some old<br />
records. Against the wishes of younger sisters Bridget (Gabrielle<br />
Echols) and Kassie (Nell Fisher), Danny brings the book and the<br />
vinyl upstairs and plays the record on his turntable. Hoping he’s<br />
found an obscure beat he can sample, Danny instead is greeted<br />
by a hundred-year-old recording of a priest translating the “Book<br />
of the Dead,” and in the process unleashes an ancient, evil spirit<br />
into the apartment building, setting the stage for a long night of<br />
demonic possession and ultraviolence.<br />
Directed by Irish filmmaker Lee Cronin (The Hole in the Ground),<br />
Evil Dead Rise doesn’t so much resemble Sam Raimi’s seminal<br />
1981 film The Evil Dead or either of its two sequels as it does the<br />
dozens of disposable horror films produced under Raimi’s<br />
production shingle, Ghost House Pictures (which mostly churns<br />
out films in the 30 Days of Night, The Boogeyman, and The Grudge<br />
franchises). Gone is any sort of hand-tooled ingenuity or reckless<br />
disregard for the safety of the actors <strong>—</strong> the Raimi films, with<br />
their Three Stooges-inspired violence and a tendency to put star<br />
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