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Scare Me evaluate – cabin-fire tales get nasty in self-aware comedy horror


Tright here’s a effective line, tonally, between figuring out and smug, a line that writer-director Josh Ruben’s ambitiously contained comedy horror Scare Me treads precariously, its story of storytellers telling tales to scare one another nearly stumbling over its personal ego. However whereas there are lapses, an overindulgence right here and there, Ruben principally retains his canny debut function afloat and us entertained, if not precisely scared …

Ruben performs Fred, a bitter 37-year-old pissed off by the truth that his want to be a author isn’t fairly matched along with his precise expertise as a author, hoping {that a} weekend away at a distant cabin within the Catskills would possibly flip certainly one of his concepts into one thing tangible. However he can’t transfer previous a hokey logline (werewolves have weapons … get revenge?) and his block is additional compounded when he bumps into one other author additionally staying within the space. However the sensible, sharp-tongued Fanny (Aya Money) is a actual author, with a bestselling novel and all, and her success makes Fred really feel much more of a failure. Later that night, throughout a freak energy outage, Fanny turns up on Fred’s doorstep and the 2 hunker down collectively, resentment brewing. To fill the time, Fanny comes up with an concept: they are going to take it in flip to inform scary tales to indicate off their artistic skills. Fred reluctantly agrees and the night time begins to unravel.

With such a premise, one would possibly anticipate a horror anthology, the pair’s unlikely sport performing as a framing machine for a triptych of separate tales, however given the subgenre’s overexposure within the final decade and the way miss-and-hit it so usually is, it’s a reduction that Ruben retains us trapped within the cabin with them. It’s as much as Fred and Fanny not solely to assemble their tales however to carry out them successfully, a check of performing expertise for each Ruben and Money in addition to persistence for these with little tolerance for sitting on what intently resembles an actors’ workshop. It’s one other effective line to be toed however the pair show principally adept at commanding the room in addition to offering snarky pointers for one another, an uneasy stress increasing by the minute.

The late inclusion of a 3rd wheel (SNL’s Chris Redd enjoying a horror-loving pizza supply man) doesn’t actually add a lot however because the movie continues, it turns into clear that merely scaring and amusing us isn’t all that Ruben has on his thoughts. The character of Fred, who positions himself as a bookish liberal hipster, is quietly indignant with a world that’s not given him the alternatives he feels he deserves whereas Fanny, a girl, has excelled in a means that he may solely dream of (she brags that her hit novel is cherished by the Guardian, no much less). He’s the worst form of poisonous male, the sort who thinks a flannel shirt and a Rachel Yamagata playlist makes him woke, but buried not far beneath the floor is a well-known stench of incensed entitlement that has him raging at Fanny’s success. How dare she when he hasn’t? And even worse, how dare she when he can’t?

Whereas Fanny would possibly make the odd, deserving jab at Fred’s predicament, she’s principally encouraging (“Do the work!” she retains saying) however the good will get buried by Fred’s inadequacy, and as beer and cocaine cloud the strains between fiction and actuality, issues go downhill. I’d argue that the street to violence may have been a bit shorter, Ruben permitting somewhat an excessive amount of flab in what ought to be a lean little story, its 104-minute runtime needing some snips to really feel snappier. But it surely works for probably the most half due to Ruben and Money and the spiky chemistry they share. Money, who was a dimmed gentle within the obnoxiously eye-rolling sitcom You’re the Worst, is having a second proper now, with a deliciously vile efficiency in The Boys and now this, deftly flipping between gentle and darkish by the minute, a assured, calculated flip that made me curious what she’d be like on stage, the entire movie itself feeling extra like a manufacturing tailored for the display screen.

Whereas Scare Me doesn’t really find yourself scaring us (the tales being advised are extra “Oh, OK” than “AGH, OK!”), Ruben’s difficult, goofy hybrid does nearly sufficient for that to not actually matter, its cabin-fire playfulness proving contagious, a nasty sport we’d not wish to play however will fortunately watch as a substitute.


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