MaXXXine

Ti West completed his trilogy of horror movies starring Mia Goth with a spectacular ultra-pastiche that in a certain respect not only tops off the series and the director’s filmography to date, but also the entire filmmaking tradition of decadent genres. Since time immemorial, all trash filmmakers have longed for acceptance and recognition, which means studio facilities and shooting in Hollywood. West’s trilogy about the alluring nature of filmmaking and promises of fame ends there. The director absolutely delights in the eclectic composition of allusions and references. His film radiates enthusiasm for the high and the low, thus setting side by side allusions ranging from porn to Chinatown, from American trash to giallo, and from Psycho to The Long Goodbye. Taking full advantage of the fulfilled dream of making his film under the wing of the celebrated Universal Studios, he stages a fannish tour of not only iconic locations in L.A., but mainly Universal’s outdoor sets. In so doing, he recalls the VHS era, highlights genre movies made by ambitious female directors and settles accounts with the religionists and moralists who protested against trash filmmakers and their works in the 1980s. However MaXXXine still primarily remains a hedonistic genre fantasy that doesn’t aim for historical accuracy (e.g. female directors were given room to work by Corman, not by the major studios). The main denominator here is the filmmaker’s own joy and, ideally, that of viewers having the same mindset. We could reach for the word Tarantino-esque, but that would be inadequate and limiting in any case. Because whereas Tarantino makes ultimate paraphrases of his favourite genres by ingeniously twisting iconic moments with his screenwriting, West outright composes an enthusiastic tribute that makes do with a fetishistic reconstruction that isn’t much more sophisticated than its inspirations in terms of screenwriting, but is joyfully informed by those films and enthusiastically revels in the possibilities that present themselves (which is perfectly confirmed by the closing vanity shot). (2024-06-30)

Ti West has concluded his loose Texas-Hollywood trilogy for us, and there's a bit of a pattern to it now. With X, West dazzled us with a very accomplished retro visual style, although the simple script wasn't exactly anything to write home about. Then came Pearl, a rather admirable horror character study and the highlight (or anomaly) of the entire trilogy, and by extension the director's entire catalogue. With MaXXXine, West has rather returned to the beginning again, that is, to the triumph of form over content. On paper, it feels a little unfinished, unpolished, perhaps the director has become a bit tired as an auteur. It's still great fun, has great visuals, and the setting in the mid-80s looks totally believable. Ti West has never been a strong screenwriter, but he likes film, he likes filmmaking, and he also likes to quote from genre classics. A slight disappointment after the great Pearl, but a fine unpretentious movie nonetheless. [KVIFF 2024] (2024-07-06)

The worst of the loose trilogy and three levels lower than the previous and excellent Pearl. It's as if Ti West ran out of ideas and Mia Goth in the producer's chair didn't help. It has no pizzazz, not a single memorable scene, no visual ideas. The insane 80s atmosphere is minimally exploited, and if it was at least as dull as the typical slashers of the era, I'd say to myself "good, West pays homage skillfully". Except the gore and murders are almost absent, the whole thing is devoid of wit and suspense, and the director does try to make a point, but it's pulled out of his ass with the whole "cult" thing, and I just shook my head during the shootout by the pool. Kevin Bacon makes a couple of unnecessary appearances, and his role is fades out in a few minutes, and Goth, whose performance in Pearl had me in a trance, bored me here. If only West had at least included the Night Stalker, who is mentioned throughout the film, but no way. It almost feels like West and the crew just wanted to fool around with the camera and conceived the whole thing in a lazily, half-assed and half-throttled manner. (2024-08-27)

Ti West once again convincingly fetishizes the horror subgenre of yesteryear, unfortunately this time I have a bit of a problem with it, because this particular slice of horror (80s trash set in the streets of a big city) is not one of my favorites. I guess subjectively I would have much preferred if MaXXXine had a more prominent role for the giallo elements that it is partly based on. I can tolerate a sleazy thriller with a charmingly demented satanic panic twist, but it won't become my favourite. And even though it's pleasantly refreshing in specific moments, uncompromising and, for all its stupidity, nicely contrived, the various motifs fit together meaningfully. (2024-07-16)

"In this business, until you're known as a monster, you're not a star." From the very first scene, with the gate to the studio hell and the thrown cigarette butt on the star Theda Bara’s spot on the Walk of Fame, it’s clear what kind of cult Ti West worships here. I don’t begrudge him the trashiness of the content, but rather the deviation from his usual storytelling pace, which might have worked better with Mulholland Drive vibes in terms of atmosphere, and also the sloppy finale with the cultists, where the pastiche dangerously started to verge on parody. But it’s pointless to lament over it when we’ve ended up in Pleasuredome and she’s got Bette Davis eyes. Would you like a slice of bacon? (2024-08-15)