I haven’t even reviewed REC or Quarantine yet, and here I am writing about its much lesser-known sequel, Quarantine 2. Why? Because it’s much lesser-known, I suppose – and even bad sequels deserve a bit of love sometimes, if they have a half-decent idea behind them.
As handycam horror movies go, The Bay is a pretty good one. It’s just unfortunate that it’s a totally oversaturated genre; if every movie used the concept this cleverly, maybe ‘found footage’ wouldn’t be a byword for ‘bad horror’.
As buzz about Netflix’s Making of a Murderer series keeps growing and theories about its subjects’ innocence or guilt swirl around, I’m pulled back once again to the documentary that complicated my entire outlook on guilt and justice.
This is one of those movies that everyone should see.
Free Fall is the kind of movie you have to be in the right mood for. It’s desperate, intense, honest and raw. What I’m mostly referring to, though, is that it’s in German, so unless you’re fluent you’re going to need to be able to sit down and follow along with the subtitles. No multitasking here! It’s probably a good thing, though, because the real strength of Free Fall is in its lead actors. It’s the sort of thing you’d miss if you were flicking between Netflix and Facebook.