That there would be Mark Duplass in the recently released horror flick Creep, which is about a man who hires another man to film him for a day because - SO HE SAYS, DUNDUNDUN - he's got cancer and he wants to send some life-advice to his not-yet-born son. Things do not, as they say, go right. .
Anyway Creep's got some creeps but I wanted more creeps from Creep. It's got some twists but I wanted more twists. I want more, Creep! More more! And I'm not (just) talking about the homoerotic stuff -- the movie actually commits to that aspect admirably, bless its black heart and blue balls.
There's a moment about halfway into the movie, once it's actually played most of its hand - earlier than I anticipated, mind you; it does have further to go than you think it might do - that offered a real road-less-traveled (it involves drugs, in case you're wondering what I'm talking about after you've seen the film) and for a white hot moment I thought we were putting on our big boy pants and strolling right down it... but the movie's not quite up to all that. Alas. There's some genuine, you know, creepiness up in here - silliness be damned (or maybe it's because it's so outwardly silly) that wolf mask actually got to me - but ultimately it all lands with not much more than a well-aimed thud.
"I don't know what this says about me, but It's Sky High. ....I know, but hear me out. The most popular girl in school turns out to be a villainous loser from years ago? Girlfriend sold it. I loved to hate her which meant I loved her again because she couldn't figure out how to buckle a supervillain car seat. Bless her." -- The Bloody Munchkin
--- We're celebrating the moment we fell for the great Mary Elizabeth Winstead, whose career is finally catching up with her talent.