When a loved one dies, it can feel like the end of the world. Your grief consumes you, sucking you into an abyss of pain where the only breaks from the darkness are harrowing jolts of memory and regret. In the sci-fi/horror film Starfish, writer/director A.T. White makes this metaphor literal with a post-apocalyptic drama about one young woman coming to terms with the death of her best friend at world’s end.
In past SXSW festivals, Seth Rogen has had audiences at Austin’s Paramount Theater in hysterics, debuting work-in-progress cuts of his salacious cartoon Sausage Party, then the wild comedy-biopic The Disaster Artist. This year, he’s done it again with the world premiere of Long Shot, a romantic comedy spiked with political parody.
I am in awe of Us. Peele continues to push the boundaries of the horror genre, while displaying a deep love of its forms. He’s a showman and madman, bringing together savage spectacle and blistering satire with ferocious fervor. And instead of the much-feared sophomore slump, he delivers a second effort that gives us plenty to fear, marvel, and ponder.
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
This movie is positively insane. It’s insane that Serkis decided what The Jungle Book needed was grit, trauma, and slatherings of blood. It’s insane that Serkis was allowed to make such a gory children’s movie. It’s insane that it’s rated PG-13. And it’s insane that as bonkers as this is, Mowgli: Legend of the Jungle is remarkably boring.