‘Teenage Sex and Death at Camp Miasma’ Review: Gillian Anderson and Hannah Einbinder Serve in Jane Schoenbrun’s Delicious Slasher Homage
Schoenbrun's third feature repurposes the pulpy pleasures of the video nasty into a meta-thesis on the power of the pop-cultural gaze, queered, southern-fried and dunked in a dipping sauce of schlocky, self-aware fun.
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If Jane Schoenbrun is feeling the pressures of being their generation’s highest-profile trans filmmaker, it shows in only the most enjoyably defiant of ways in Un Certain Regard opener “Teenage Sex and Death in Camp Miasma.” A steamy stew of sex, death, VHS and junk food, as though workshopped by Eros, Thanatos, Colonel Sanders and the Jolly Rancher in the seediest recesses of a Blockbuster Video, Schoenbrun’s delirious third film is their most accomplished, most persuasive and most playful movie yet. Here, the director’s perennial questions around gender identity and identification are sublimated into a tribute to the slasher genre that also serves as an exploration of the frequently fucked-up nature of female desire and a manifesto for giving yourself the permission to feel it.
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