I'm not wedded to the canon, but I think you can generally tell when someone genuinely likes or sees something in their choice and when they're taking the piss or more interested in using it as a vehicle for their own posturing. The pisstaking's fine when it's fun, the posturing's awful.
This would be an example of what I'm criticising. A middling shark film reviewed as though it's a piece of avant-garde visual art.
johannes roberts is out here at the end of the decade quietly making masterpieces of vapor horror. not just in the sense of a grafted on neon aesthetic and synth soundtrack, but in the sense of the formal relationship he establishes between himself and genre. right as the neo-80s aesthetic has...
letterboxd.com
