Setup: Depressed, uncultured edgelord sisters in white, suburban normie hell, obsessed with death, and opening with a suicide pact-- the beginning of this film is hard to watch if you're not currently one of the same, and the film's namesake doesn't really ever do anything to endear you to her. In fact, her behavior to everyone becomes worse, but it's understandable given the plot. She also transforms from hiding in baggy clothing and dark, oversized jackets to a progressively more feral predatory sex bomb. I'd be lying if I didn't enjoy the show. My inner edgelord from the time of production had to admit she looked pretty badass (moreso with the practical FX work as she progresses.) And she's a petite smoke-show. Her sister is the real main character, though, and I can sympathize with her plight, and her actions throughout the film.
This is the kind of film you would expect to be made by people who are really into practical gore and monster FX. It's obviously a minimal (for the time) budget, which means it's still better than most cheap horror films of today, but the prosthetics and fake bodies/parts are surprisingly well done. The ending is what I think gives the film its cult status. It's "Gothic as fuck". Right before this there's a bit of a surprise twist with one of the characters that I found pretty amusing, and makes the film more likeable, and imparts on the film slightly more depth than it would otherwise have. It's not exactly a satire, but it's actual character development.
I suggest watching this in the basement with your sister and a glass of Merlot or Cab sav stolen from upstairs around Halloween 2002.
It's pretty bad to be honest, but if you ever wore black nail polish and black mesh shirts around the millennium then you'll find something here you can identify with or get some guilty pleasure out of.
Review by LNeroBlockedParent2021-08-07T23:40:49Z
Setup: Depressed, uncultured edgelord sisters in white, suburban normie hell, obsessed with death, and opening with a suicide pact-- the beginning of this film is hard to watch if you're not currently one of the same, and the film's namesake doesn't really ever do anything to endear you to her. In fact, her behavior to everyone becomes worse, but it's understandable given the plot. She also transforms from hiding in baggy clothing and dark, oversized jackets to a progressively more feral predatory sex bomb. I'd be lying if I didn't enjoy the show. My inner edgelord from the time of production had to admit she looked pretty badass (moreso with the practical FX work as she progresses.) And she's a petite smoke-show. Her sister is the real main character, though, and I can sympathize with her plight, and her actions throughout the film.
This is the kind of film you would expect to be made by people who are really into practical gore and monster FX. It's obviously a minimal (for the time) budget, which means it's still better than most cheap horror films of today, but the prosthetics and fake bodies/parts are surprisingly well done. The ending is what I think gives the film its cult status. It's "Gothic as fuck". Right before this there's a bit of a surprise twist with one of the characters that I found pretty amusing, and makes the film more likeable, and imparts on the film slightly more depth than it would otherwise have. It's not exactly a satire, but it's actual character development.
I suggest watching this in the basement with your sister and a glass of Merlot or Cab sav stolen from upstairs around Halloween 2002.
It's pretty bad to be honest, but if you ever wore black nail polish and black mesh shirts around the millennium then you'll find something here you can identify with or get some guilty pleasure out of.