Review of Mandy (2018) by Sasha F — 12 Sep 2018
As a child of the '80s who grew up in a backwater mountainous area of the United States filled to the rim with cults, militias, meth-cooking life dropouts, and satanic wanna-bes, I speculate wildly how Panos Cosmatos gauged the Geist, the jist, the feel of this kind of backwoods hideout mentality that so informs the movie. That this movie captures ALL of the horror of growing up surrounded by such mayhem and manages to convey the ethos of Justice against 'pure dee ole evil' (as my Gran is prone to say) is the perfect marriage of the vision of Panos married with the intensity of the brilliant casting as well as the judicious use of a soundtrack that, for me, is like a 'Ligeti-esque' tone poem driving the movie to places that, without such composition, would be naught but a hollow tribute.
Truly a master compositor, Cosmatos shoots this arrrow straight to the heart of the dread fear of what resides and what is capable in the hearts of humans.
I saw the movie, luckily, in the advance showing. My heinous laughter during scenes in which most people were pinned to their seats with gore-spectacle made me concerned that I would be profiled as a latent maniac.
Most people laughed during the 'Cheddar Goblin' scene.
I was beside myself with laughter when Red's mouth was filling with blood.
Unable to suppress a hearty yell of 'f**k yeah!' I thought back to a recent Slayer concert that I attended.
Truly they pale in comparison to Cosmatos.
Don't hate me.
This review of Mandy (2018) was written by Sasha F on 12 Sep 2018.
Mandy has generally received positive reviews.
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