Four gifted distaff writer - managing director and one vitalizer contribute section to revulsion anthology XX , all in spades female - centric news report drive by hefty female performances . That said , absolutely anyone who prefers the unsettling creep of dread to predictable leap scares will enjoy this one .
Three of the four short circuit revolve around motherhood , though that feels like more of a happenstance than a coordinated elbow grease , given the otherwise divergent root . In Jovanka Vuckovic ’s The Box , based on an original story by Jack Ketchum ( The Woman ) , a mum ( Natalie Brown of The Strain and Channel Zero : Candle Cove ) bustle her two Thomas Kyd onto the train after some NYC Christmas shopping . They finish up sitting next to a man holding a brilliantly - wrapped present with something very sinister inwardly .
We hump this packet intend doom , but the means the plot blossom forth is much more low - key than expected , especially after we ’re prepped for another case of story entirely after we see the family watching Night of the Living Dead together . Rather , The Box is more about one mother ’s multi - layered nightmare — the care that something bad will happen to her children ( and her spouse , and her perfect middle - class lifespan ) , and the deep little terror that she wo n’t feel the right thing or react the right-hand path when confronted with the ultimate bad - pillowcase scenario . The fact that The Box ends without any existent resoluteness might cross some viewer , but a tidy conclusion would take away from all the cautiously wrought ambiguity that add up before .
The next mom in XX appear in the plastic film ’s standout section , The Birthday Party , which is in reality more of a inglorious comedy , though it does mine a certain amount of uneasiness from its affluent suburban scope . Directed by Annie Clark ( a.k.a . musician St. Vincent ) , and co - written by Clark and Roxanne Benjamin , The Birthday Party begins as a housewife ( Melanie Lynskey)—already feeling the psychical air pressure of throwing her kid the best natal day bash on the pulley block — realizes her husband has died just mo before the guests are congeal to arrive . Grief can come later ; first , she ’s got ta calculate out what to do with the stiff while also brawl hyper kids , snoopy neighbour , and a snooty housekeeper . A gorgeous confect - colored pallet , some dreamlike background details ( one of the costumed party Edgar Albert Guest is dressed as a stool ) , and Lynskey ’s wonderfully weary , “ oh - fuck - what - now ” performance all elevate The Birthday Party from slaphappy to artful .
If The Birthday Party is kind of an odd char out in XX , since it ’s not just repugnance , Benjamin ’s own section as writer - managing director adds some counterweight to the scale . Do n’t light is a good erstwhile - fashioned journey through affright in the wilderness , with some famously gross creature effects to boot . It ’s cast in a deterrent example about not teasing the fraidy - cat in your social radical — because you never know when , or how , she ’ll eventually get her revenge . It could look a lot like this :
XX ’s terminal segment , writer - director Karyn Kusama ’s Her Only Living Son , is a fitting bookend for The Box . Christina Kirk ( Powerless ) act as a mousy mother whose teen boy ( Kyle Allen of The Path ) has matured into a surly bunghole with a predilection for cruel violence , a newfound need to often trim back the chela - similar toenails on his brute feet , and some raging doubtfulness about his mysterious origins .
This latest revulsion effort from Kusama ( Jennifer ’s Body ) plays like Rosemary ’s Baby meets We Need to Talk About Kevin , and of all the segment in XX , it ’s the one that feels the most hemmed in by being a short . That does n’t necessarily lessen its ultimate impingement , but it feels a routine rushed at time . The favorable chain armor carrier wave ’s transformation from flirt to rant zealot , for instance , would ’ve been right smart freakier as a slow build , rather than an abrupt about - face .
( Also deserving noting are XX ’s creepy-crawly misfit - toy interstitials , which were created by vitalizer Sofia Carrillo and serve lay out up each story in tegument - crawlingly cute stylus . )
XX open in theater and on VOD on February 17 .
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