Sunday, February 10, 2019

Review: Wretch

Text © Richard Gary / Indie Horror Films, 2019
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Wretch
Written and directed by Brian Cunningham
…ThoughtFly Films
89 minutes, 2018
 
Right from the start, this film hits a number of interesting buttons on many fronts, including psychological, paranormal, a creature feature, and a few hikes in the snowy woods around Louisville, KY.
 
Riker Hill, Megan Massie
At a party, we are introduced to the three leads, who have been friends for years. The couple is Abby (Megan Massie) and Caleb (Spencer Korcz), and the third wheel is Riker (Riker Hill), who also obviously has a thing for Abby. They are Millennials who like to drink and drug, and are spiritually holding out for something better, be it between each other or through mind-altering substances. One thing they don’t seem to feel assured of is their sense of self-being. This plays a sharp dynamic in the story.
 
With a slow burn and languid pace, we get to know these three and their conflicts between themselves and each other as they cling to the same old ruts and conflicts they seem to be drowning in, rather than to explore new avenues of change. This is where most of the tension of the film arises, but of course, there is so much more.
 
Spencer Korcz
Each of the three is flawed in their own way, as are we, I suppose. Riker is a “morose drunk” who has anger issues dealing with his unrequited passion for Abby, and living with his mom and sister. For Caleb, well, I don’t want to go into too many details because it would be a spoiler alert, but being faithful is not one of his strong suits. As for Abby, she’s lost and confused, and afraid to make big changes even though it’s pretty obvious the reasons she should.
 
The three spend a night in the woods imbibing on a hallucinogenic substance, and Abby claims to see something in the woods, which may have followed her home. Is it real? Is it in her mind? Is it the drugs? That is the direction the film takes, and brings the viewer along with it.
 
There is a lot of angst in the film, but not necessarily because of killing sprees or copious amounts of gore, but rather digs into the psychology of these three, while still hinting at something more, and if you haven’t been wrecked by the joy-ride pacing of most releases these days and still have the patience to take in what is happening, it’s actually quite well done. Don’t get me wrong, there is sex, blood and violence, but it’s kept somewhat in check by the story (and rightfully so).
 
The acting by the three leads is well done, with much of the strength being with Massie, who is essentially the lynchpin character of the action. This is especially interesting as the film is filled with local Louisville underground theater actors who are relatively unknown outside of their home turf… so far.
 
As for the creature feature aspect, real or not (and I’m not giving any spoilers), it looks pretty cool. We rarely get to see much of it, again for the better, but what we can glean makes on appreciate what makes it the “underground theater scene.”
 
Another stylistic tactic that works for well for the film is that the narrative is not straightforward, but jumps around in its timeline; under Cunningham’s choices and sharp editing, however, the viewer is never lost on where the characters are at any time, even though it seems some wear the same clothes most of it time (gotta love low budgets!).
 
One might consider this a found footage film, but it is quite modified in its approach, which I believe the experience of viewing it benefits. What I mean by that is, yes, there is a lot of handheld cameras by the cast filming the action, which is key to one of the sub-stories, but the single camera is also focused on the trio when they are by themselves, as if someone is filming who is not acknowledged within the story and essentially making the viewer the camera-holder, being in the scene, as it were. This style is way more interesting than just the usual found footage fare. Yes, there is the obligatory walking through the woods with flashlights, but Cunningham avoids the cliché tropes merely by walking in a steady gaze rather than running all akimbo with the damn image bouncing all around. He also keeps it to a few select shots, not to tire us out. Totally appreciated, dude.
 
 
 
 

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