A documentary crew travels to a remote religious community to conduct an interview. Its found-footage approach to its riff on the Jim Jones/Jamestown cult mass suicide works, but the film doesn’t convince in the storyline logic of its sudden dark turn. A shame, as there’s talent involved, and Gene Jones is great as the messianic Father.
Slow burning cult psychological thriller exploring themes of personal loss, betrayal and ritual. Hints of Wickerman and Apostle abound and often disturbing. All beautifully shot and well directed. Go And see it!
A vengeful brother tries to rescue his kidnapped sister from an island cult. Splendid British Western/The Wicker Man hybrid, parts folk horror and grand guignol. Not for everyone, that’s for sure, but great if you go with it.
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A child survivor of a cult mass suicide returns to the site; as an adult with a documentary crew. There’s some good stuff here – not least in Thomas Jane’s rockstar performance as a Jim Jones-ish messiah figure – but the narrative is messy throughout, and the washed-out visuals are an affectation too far.
A man starts to think his live-in disco-loving father is The Greasy Strangler. Almost too-deliberately cultish, this is nevertheless funny and weird with bags of chutzpah, deliberately lo-fi gore, plenty of WTF moments, and a clear visual sensibility.