With Bong Joon Ho’s Mickey 17, Osgood Perkins’ The Monkey and now Ryan Coogler’s Sinners, 2025 is already the year of dual performances. While Joon Ho and Perkins’ scripts couldn’t keep up with their films’ top stars, Sinners offers a complete package that — much in the way of S. Craig Zahler’s Bone Tomahawk — transforms its B-movie premise to an instant classic.

After surviving World War I and thriving in Chicago’s criminal underground, twins Smoke and Stack (Michael B. Jordan, Black Panther) return to their Mississippi hometown with a stolen fortune in tow. They quickly take their little cousin Sammie (Miles Caton) under their wings as they prepare to convert a dilapidated sawmill in a juke joint. The twins reluctantly reignite old flames, assemble a tight-knit group of employees and prepare for a party the likes of which Clarksdale has never seen or allowed. Meanwhile, an Irish vampire (Jack O’Connell, Ferrari) starts building an undead army out of anyone he can sink his teeth into, starting with a couple of Klan members.

Given the film’s primary location and bullet-ridden bloodsuckers, From Dusk Till Dawn comparisons aren’t out of the questions. Honestly, both flicks skew more action than horror, shifting into a gear that overrides terror with tension. But that’s where their similarities end. Sinners plants its own stake into vampire canon with a vibrant cast, an immersive attention to detail and music that will undoubtedly wind up on more than a few Spotify Wrapped lists.

More than a group of quirky, grizzled players thrown together in a life-or-death situation, Coogler invests a significant amount of time in his first act developing his characters. Slim (Delroy Lindo, 2015’s Point Break) and Annie (Wunmi Mosaku, Deadpool & Wolverine) are notable standouts, the former building the film’s historical and musical foundation, whereas the latter drives Sinners’ emotional and spiritual strength. The red-eyed antagonist is more than a run-of-the-(saw)mill vampire, but an assimilator seeking to devour Black culture, music and being.

In creating this monster, Coogler also raises a fascinating question: If the art a community produces is so compelling, what’s stopping someone from colonizing it, recreating it and ultimately perverting it to the point that its original source is basically lost, like the effect created by so much of Elvis Presley’s music. It casts a shadow over Sinners, and while vampire media has more than a few lame and overly convenient tropes, none of them take too much away from the film. Instead, it wields them in a way that illuminates a complex systemic process and makes it accessible. In other words, Sinners is just as much of an effective social examination as it is a high-octane blockbuster. And surprisingly, neither seems to work against the other.

Any doubt Coogler could direct a compelling original film ends with Sinners. While very much not for children, it feels like the kind of horror flick you could captivate anyone with, like Ron Underwood’s Tremors or John Carpenter’s The Thing. In an era of never-ending content and films that wind up on streaming before anyone knew they had a theatrical run, Sinners helps keep cinema’s blood pumping strong. —Daniel Bokemper

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Between 2022’s Talk to Me and 2024’s Oddity, cursed-object flicks might not be back in full force. They are, however, resurging enough for the creepy old shopkeepers to flip the dim lights back on. Unlike the aforementioned films, Osgood Perkins takes a different and comical tact with his adaptation of Stephen King’s The Monkey.

After Petey (Adam Scott, Krampus) fails to return the titular toy due to a stringent return policy and a disemboweled pawnshop owner, he leaves the monkey to his twin boys, Hal and Bill (Christian Convery, Cocaine Bear). Then he walks out on their mom (Tatiana Maslany, TV’s Orphan Black). The boys quickly learn winding up the doll triggers a Final Destination-like series of events that kills someone close to them.

The two try to rid themselves of the monkey and drift apart. But as an adult Hal (Theo James, HBO’s The White Lotus) prepares for one final trip with his teenaged son (Colin O’Brien, Wonka) before forfeiting custody, he encounters a string of familiar and often explosive deaths. It seems somebody is making the monkey drum its sticks once again.

The Monkey sails through its brisk runtime, cutting through would-be lulls with quick vignettes of increasingly outlandish kills. James gives life to an otherwise flat character in Hal, breaking through the deadpan dialogue to produce a standout performance. His dual role as his brother lacks the emotional weight, but still carries its own compelling and maniacal charm. O’Brien compliments James well, grounding realism to the outlandish circumstances that surround him.

Unfortunately, Perkins’ attempt at real emotion doesn’t mesh particularly well with the film’s wackier side. It’s like he’s fighting against himself, bloating the film with gags when the premise is entertaining enough. The grossly unprepared priest and the borderline-creepy babysitter work presumably well in King’s universe, but they fail to jive well in Perkins’.

And that may be what this and the director’s previous work lacks: an artistic impression. While it’s not necessary for every filmmaker to make it painfully obvious they made something, Perkins doesn’t appear to leave any mark at all. For a director that has firmly rooted himself in horror — even to the point of putting his name front and center in The Monkey’s promotional material — he doesn’t leave a meaningful signature. There’s probably a director who has made a point to operate like this, and maybe even successfully, but for Perkins, it just feels uninspired and hollow. Hopefully he can use 2025’s Keeper to establish himself a bit more. Because as it stands, it doesn’t feel like he’s truly emerged as a director.

While it manages to earn a few solid laughs and deliver some — at the very least — interesting deaths, it still feels overly clinical in the wash. Perkins understand dark comedy, sure, but he lacks restraint and subtlety, unintentionally robbing his more poignant and frankly funny sequences of their power. Akin to the director’s 2024 film, Longlegs, The Monkey slips on the peel. —Daniel Bokemper

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For every Cinema Paradiso, there’s a film primed to make us regret ever watching movies. Since 2016, Damien Leone has seemingly gone out of his way to put that “honorary” distinction on the Terrifier franchise. And he does a pretty damn good job at it. Still, pushing the grotesque envelope can only go so far until it eventually busts. With Terrifier 3, Art the Clown (David Howard Thornton) makes a tragic misstep from shockingly scary to schlocky slapstick.

After his head’s cut off by Sienna (Lauren LaVera) at the end of Terrifier 2, Art’s reanimated corpse reconvenes with his first victim turned disfigured villain, Victoria (Samantha Scaffidi), at an insane asylum. (Conveniently, she also gave birth to his head at the end of the second flick.) The starstruck lovers seal their union by ceremoniously bashing in the brains of an unsuspecting Chris Jericho.

Five years later, Sienna’s released from a trauma center to the care of her aunt (Margaret Anne Florence) and uncle (Bryce Johnson). She quickly reconnects with her niece, Gabbie (Antonella Rose), while trying to do the same with her similarly scarred little brother, Jonathan (Elliott Fullam). At the same time, Art and Victoria resurface to dismember families and blow up some children. You know, the usual.

Terrifier 3 isn’t outright bad. The kills seem somehow more brutal and deranged, and Leone’s choice to set the film during Christmas seemed like an easy way to frame Art’s violence toward children. It’s a setup that yields some entertaining payoffs, like when the clown toys with a drunken mall Santa at a dive bar. Yet these fun sequences ring hollower when the narrative that facilitates those scenes feels like an afterthought. Bone Tomahawk provides enough evidence that intense gore — even when it seems to be the entire point of a movie — doesn’t require a weak and uninspired plot.

Which begs the question: Why create any continuity for Terrifier at all? It ultimately feels like the best vehicle for Art was All Hallows’ Eve, Leone’s 2013 anthology film that used the clown as more of a chilling concept and occasional slasher villain. If the intent is to make Art into a lawless agent of chaos, Leone’s tale of angels versus demons seems like a horribly messy distraction.

That said, Terrifier 3 is still a gorehound’s smorgasbord. The supposedly gruesome opening scene, however, feels a bit overblown. Yes, it’s grizzly, but it feels like extremely familiar territory for anyone who’s watched 15 minutes of either previous film. And by the time we get to the real show stealer, a chainsaw massacre in a coed shower, its effect almost seems muted by what came before. The practical effects are still impressive, but beyond lingering on the brutality for a bit longer than usual, it doesn’t really feel like leap into a horrifying new direction. It’s more like a gentle shuffle.

As it stands (or hobbles), it feels like Terrifier has run its course. Art is still legitimately creepy, but he’s starting to resemble a black-and-white crutch for Leone. With the next installment alleged to be the last, it’ll be interesting to see the filmmaker try a bit more than excessive blood and guts. Because, ultimately, the gory torture porn is about the only thing that distances Terrifier 3 from a Lifetime original movie. —Daniel Bokemper

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