Honestly, my heart goes out to the antagonists in these slasher films who feel obligated to wear nonbreathable masks with such occluded eye slits.
I mean seriously, how are they supposed to breathe, see, run, chase with so much obstructing their airways and eyes?
Poor things.
Hey, p.s.: I finally saw it, and while there is TONS to critique, this little Canadian-film-that-could just might stick with you if you're a fan of teen slasher horror. It's a very basic premise, not unlike Jason Voorhees prancing around Crystal Lake, but the commitment this film makes to simply following Johnny with what feels like a GoPro camera for 90 minutes is, in a word, risky. I suspect for 90% of viewers, it's a risk that doesn't pay off because, man, it's flat and repetitive. I mean, we LITERALLY watch the backside of Johnny as he walks for 75 of 90 minutes through nothing but field and forest. BUT, the payoff is a near-zen state of expecting little and getting lots. There are a three takedowns in particular—on a yoga mat, on the log-splitter, and a third with 78+ swings that show, if nothing else, fanatical commitment. I literally lost count after 78 hatchet swings on kill #3, and Kris's (Andrea Pavlovic) reaction to Johnny's zeal (which is to run for HOURS with her own GoPro camera trailing her) is as true and raw and fundamental and nerve-racking a reaction as one can imagine.
I'm surely in an army of one on this, but I'd say #3 is as viscerally frightening a scene as the final few minutes of The Witch or Hereditary or Suspiria, which is really all you need to know.
