Henry Wingrave must face himself.
A strange, confused film that falls into tired Orientalist tropes the horror genre should've long grown out of by 2020.
Precious Chong and Alex Essoe go head-to-head in a dark satire of gender roles and postmodern loneliness.
An unexpected horror treat, this is one interesting little slasher that zigs then zags, and proves Bill Engvall's a scary bastard.
A modern, dark rumination on fame.