This is a beautiful example of why I tend to favor horror above all genres. There is an experimental heart to horror, one that operates within the framework of transgression and one that often devastates boundaries. In this same spirit, Skinamarink crushes the boundaries of convention. And I am so happy that I got to experience this audacious film in theatres.
I spent the first 15 minutes trying to orient myself and locate the point of view. Once I realized…
This movie ages like fine wine. It’s the first of the Friday the 13th installments to fully embrace camp, and it spoofs its little heart out while staying true to the series’ conceit. The jokes are cheeky, and the dialogue has an almost hard-boiled edge. The Bond intro and Sartre’s No Exit kill every time!
For me, watching a new Argento movie is like trying to reignite the flame of an old love. I think, “maybe…just maybe, it’ll work this time. Maybe we’ll get that passion back!” The mesmeric opening sequence really did stir my little heart. Unfortunately, what followed was an inferior rehash of the past. But hey, maybe we’ll try again in another couple years.
Piggy is a revenge fantasy quite literally fleshed out and then subverted in a thoughtful examination of the brutality of adolescence. What I love so much about it is that it accommodates contradiction. Sara is complicated, and there is a sensitivity as well as ambiguity in the treatment of her character. Ultimately, I was delightfully surprised by this film.