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FREAKY—3 STARS
I don’t know about you, but I love a well-shot character entrance in a movie. When done right, it’s the most intimate of establishing shots where the body language of character smashes into the prepared setting creating an unforgettable announcement of arrival. Thanks to a witty twist on a typically corny plot device that reintroduces our leads in different guises, Christopher Landon’s Freaky unleashes a strut of struts thirty minutes into the movie that ignites the boiling blood of this horror comedy.
LESSON #1: WALK WITH CONFIDENCE AND RUN WITH IMAGINATION-- Moving in silent slow motion backed by the Chordettes’ golden oldie “Que Sera Sera,” a blond vamp wearing paired provocative reds between her leather jacket and her lipstick shade saunters right through the middle of falling confetti and cheerleader formations and into the doors of her high school. Stepping from outdoors to indoors towards a new path of people and attention, the songbird loveliness perfectly morphs into the slamming screams of “Don’t Trust Anyone” by Suicideboy$. Her smirking scowl increases with each step of her jaw-dropping strut. Sung words about desirable beauty evolve into ones of the frightening madness underneath her new exterior.
Composed by director of photography Laurie Rose (Free Fire) and cut by editor Ben Baudhuin (Colossal), this establishing shot is a telegraphing tone shift because, the day before, that blond was the mousy and sweater-clad wallflower Millie Kessler, played by Kathryn Newton of Big Little Lies. She was the target of bullies and an invisible sad sack who lost her father to cancer the year before. Her only human engagements are her sauced mother and cop sister (TV vets Katie Finneran and Dana Drori) at home and her two loyal besties at school, the word police straight arrow Nyla (Celeste O’Connor of the upcoming Ghostbusters: Afterlife) and flaming gay misfit Josh (The Goldfinch’s Misha Osherovich).
Now, Millie is turning everyone’s heads and her name is on everyone’s lips. Her killer look comes from having a killer inside of her. The night before, she survived an attack from the “Blissfield Butcher” only to be stabbed by an ancient dagger that caused her to swap bodies with the urban myth assailant himself. So where is the real Millie? She’s stuck inside the flabby, gray-templed, and 6’5” physique played by none other than the former failed Norman Bates himself, Vince Vaughn.
LESSON #2: IF EVERYONE COULD LIVE A DAY AS A TEENAGE GIRL, THE WORLD WOULD BE A BETTER PLACE-- Freaky had most of you at the Blumhouse label. It had me at Vince Vaughn pretending to be a high school senior female looking the way he does. This setup played right into the Hall of Fame wisecracker’s gift of gab. To watch him take his formidable, frame-filling presence and flail with weak nerves, exasperated quips, and comedic fluster is an absolute hoot. This is a “girls rule” movie that flicks a big finger at male dominance through a game vessel willing to make a fool of himself.
LESSON #3: BE AWARE OF A STRAIGHT WHITE MAN’S PROPENSITY FOR VIOLENCE-- From a soon-to-be skewered teenaged woman’s mouth to God’s ears, truer words may have never been spoken. The rub is now the dude looks like a lady, and the baton of supremacy is passed as Bear McCreary’s musical score pounds away. Getting to embody the murderous menace at a Homecoming feeding frenzy, Kathryn Newton has her own blast enacting earned retribution on anyone from gossipy bitches and letterman jacket-wearing douchebags to out-of-line adults that trigger this lesson’s stereotype damaged psyche.
Sure, with pun referenced from that first lesson, Freaky still has your pursuits of a running young mark that can’t seem to get away from a walking executioner. It has its predictable bait-and-switches and rug pulls. However, this is all about the shoe being on the other foot with gender-defying gusto. The creative kills are thrills evoking gasps and giggles all the same. You gotta love a movie that lists a “silicone specialist” (props to the props of Aaron Romero) in the end credits not far from the makeup department head of Micah Laine from Alterian Studios. Much attention was given to the gore and, like the gusto, rightfully so.
If you picture Freaky’s premise before you and say “I can’t even,” just like a lazy Millennial, do a turnaround. Retort, as another future victim in the movie does, with “not with that attitude.” Say you “can” or “fo’ sho’” or whatever the whipper-snappers are saying these days to agree. Scripted by Landon (the two Happy Death Day movies) and Bordertown writer Michael Kennedy, this mashup of body swap comedy cliches and high school horror tropes turned out to be an artery-bursting romp.
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