The Evil Within

The Evil Within

Within the first couple of minutes, Michael Berryman first shows up wearing an Axl Rose wig and bandana, which is actually a pretty apt metaphor for the film - it's literally the Chinese Democracy of shitty, early 00s horror films. Shot in 2002 and then edited and reworked up until the director's death in 2015, The Evil Within feels like a mishmash of Donnie Darko, the Simple Jack trailer from Tropic Thunder and everything that's awful about 90s/early 00s horror, all blended together and then endlessly fidgeted with until the director was no longer there to keep messing with it. In a way, it's like a Winchester Mystery House of gross stereotypes, bad computer effects and Dresden Dolls music video aesthetic.

Frankly, it's a mess. It's not some sort of attempt at a starmaking vanity project for Andrew Getty - it's clear that the subject matter is personal and that he was trying to make A Statement about childhood abuse and what people with developmental disabilities go through day to day. The problem, though, is that in order to try to do so, he gets his lead actor to spend the entire film giving an exaggerated, stereotypical 'disabled' performance that's just horrifyingly offensive. It's just, I can't even.

I'll probably write more later, but, right now, I just can't. This movie has 11 ACs and upwards of 45+ grips listed in the credits. That's all you need to know.

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