I think I’ve just witnessed the birth of a new sub-genre: cringe horror. This film is exceptional and special in many ways, and its brevity and the depth of its creativity made me frequently pause it to savor what I was watching. A micro-budget marvel that recalls, yes, found footage horror, but also subverts what we accept as our reality in the same masterful way as Wonder Showzen, Everything is Terrible, and Damon Packard. Taking place within the confines of…
Thanks to the complete incompetence of Warner Bros. studios, which has apparently lost paperwork pertaining to the compensation that the cast was entitled to receive, this film exists in legal limbo and cannot be screened. It has not been shown in celluloid since 1989, shortly after the death of filmmaker Bill Gunn. One of the first three studio films to be directed by a black filmmaker (the others are Gordon Parks' The Learning Tree and Ossie Davis' Cotton Comes to Harlem), it never received a full-scale commercial release. I hope someone eventually documents this production in detail.