Eva has written 4 reviews for films rated ★★★★½ during 2020.

  • Slumber Party Massacre II

    Slumber Party Massacre II


    practically halfway between Elm Street and Scream in its skeleton, but moderately uncategorizable in the eccentricities of its execution....pastel dreamland suburbia gives way into the empty desertifying frontier nightmare of endlessly iterable americana, and ptsd nightmares go from haunting your sex dreams to dancing a so-phallic-it's-not-phallic anymore symbol into your friends' major organs....also like 45 minutes of it is just girls in cute outfits hanging out and taking care of their psychotic, overstimulated traumatized best friend.......one of the strangest slashers…

  • My Soul to Take

    My Soul to Take


    in an absolutely bonkers minor key, embellished with one of the strangest senses of space and interconnectivity i've seen in a slasher, and traipsing through an absurd wealth of thinly sketched but ultimately quite compelling ideas about trauma and masculinity and mythology, a solid late effort indeed. fractured identities flee into in the next generation, and, failing to escape their pain and guilt, one by one fold back into the lone survivor, as only the living remain to bear witness,…

  • The Iron Rose

    The Iron Rose


    eros and thanatos in the putrefying, lovely memory of no one in particular, a parable of when real and fake flowers ought to be given. bellicose and predatory lust, a fearful and then manic-triumphant chase, just as much an aesthetic companion to Scooby Doo as it is to Ovid, "you dead, we alive" echoing Alucarda's distinction between the worship of life (and the body) and the worship of death (and the immortal soul). truly there is nothing of substance for…

  • Ghost in the Shell

    Ghost in the Shell


    interesting not so much for its surface-level cartesian preoccupations as the tools it gives us for understanding embodiment, affectively and as a social function. we dream and we pass from techne to flesh to digitality and back again, reconstituted identically and yet indescribably different. we meet our selfhood as a reflection and origin, passing through it to once more achieve perception. for whatever it is worth, i "see myself" in the major's joyous plummet and gnawing emptiness: her body, like…